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WARNING: Smut! Oral sex (female receiving). And like, tons of it. Degrading, overstimulation (!!!), a little bit of dacryphilia. Lil bit of praising. Cuddles and fluff!!! ... Angst. TORTURE.

A/N: The first part of his chapter is Anakin fulfilling his promise from last chapter, so no need to call the smut police on me! The second part is me fulfilling my desire to introduce angst into Phoenix *heart eyes emoji*

Also hugeeeee shout out to my friend Emma for taking on the task of proofreading! She was MAJOR help and I'm so so so thankful for her!!! Love you girlie <3 also huge thanks to everyone who volunteered! I highly appreciate your willingness and kind heart!

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Y/N's POV

Said and done, I followed the steps Anakin commanded me.

I went back to the party, legs feeling like jelly and hair messier than before, to say my goodbyes and finalize the last couple of agreements. After making sure everyone on my list was on the Empire's side, I told Hunter to gather the clones to leave to the mother vessel, and especially take good care of a very stoned Obi-Wan.

Unable to contain myself, I walked towards the spot where Anakin and Padmé were wrapping up the signing of the treaty.

—Great doing business with you. —Anakin smirked to her, taking the paper in his hands and out of the protection case. Padmé doubted for some seconds, huffing a little before she began to give the necessary signatures.

—Kinny, about what I proposed you-

—Padmé. Let me stop you right there. —He put his hand up. —Now that I got this shit- —He pointed at the paper. — -out of the way, I'm free. I'm not interested, not even a little bit. Not at all.

She clenched her jaw harshly, slowly blushing. I stayed behind, leaning on a column to spy on them. Seeing this as a spectator was somehow more thrilling.

—And I would be somehow kind of sorry if it wasn't because you tried to bully my girlfriend into thinking I didn't love her-

—Girlfriend?!—She panicked in a gasp.

—When in fact I love her more than I have ever loved you. I'm not even trying to hurt you, it's just the truth. —He chuckled. —And it's none of your business, but I tell her that everyday. She goes to sleep and I tell her, she wakes up and there I am, saying the same three words again, and again, and again. Like a fucking alarm clock and I fucking love it. —He shrugged his shoulders. —Not a day goes by that I don't remind that woman how she is the center of my world.

By this point, Padmé was not angry, she was disappointed and humiliated, probably counting the seconds until this speech was over. Me? I was hoping the exact opposite, that it would never end. Anakin sensed my presence and turned to see me, offering me his hand to pull me in.

—Phoenix, I don't call you angel. I don't know if you like that pet name better. —He gave a shy side smile. —But I call you sweetheart, because you own it. My heart. All of me. —He kissed my knuckles.

—I like sweetheart better. —I whispered, caressing his cheek.

—Me too. —Anakin smiled, closed the gap and kissed me sweetly. —I see a future, baby. And it's always with you. Only you.

Padmé cleared her throat, cutting our nauseating, but romantic moment together.

—Message received I guess. —She forced a smile, taking her purse.

—Don't worry, Padmé. Maybe you can date another ex or something. Someone who actually has low standards. —I tilted my head in fake compassion, biting my lip to hide my laugh. I kissed Anakin on the edge of his lips and whispered against them. —I'll be outside. Don't keep me waiting, I want to get home as soon as possible.

I turned to face Padmé without breaking Anakin's lock on my waist.

—You know, to fuck. —I grinned, then headed to the main entrance. Anakin's giggles were reassurance enough for me.

—Fucking bitch. —The insult was murmured under her breath, and before Anakin had the chance to react, I was already turning to see Padmé under my force choke hold.

—Listen to me and listen to me good, you pathetic excuse of a whore. —I walked towards here with my hand still up. As my figure dangerously approached her, her eyelashes batted uncontrollably. —You better thank the Maker that I cannot kill you right about this second. You better pray to every fucking god that exists, the only reason your blood isn't dripping from my fingertips is because you're a senator, so consider yourself lucky. —I was so close that whispering was enough for her to listen to me clearly. —You talk to us or about us, so help me the Force ...you even direct your attention to either Anakin or me and I'll come back to rip your heart out of your ribcage. You hear me?

The temptation to close my fist and concentrate all of my strength around her windpipe was too real, but as she clinged to the invisible hand around her throat, consciousness came back to me. I couldn't really kill her right now. Not under these circumstances.

—But let me give you a sneak peek of what is coming your way, in case you forget.

I pressed harder against her throat before letting go, causing her to drop to the floor. As she grasped to the floor for grounding, I pressed my heel harshly against the back of her hand. The same heel she had praised earlier. Calling her hand with the Force, I took her shaking fingers between mine.

Before I broke one of them.

Her scream for help lifted my ego a little bit, but soon became annoying as fuck. So I hurried up and broke two more. This was a great blood-free way to remind her of who she was dealing with.

—You touch Anakin's hair again and I'll use my lightsabers to cut your motherfucking hands off. Okay? —Her desperate sobbing had ruined her mascara and it was smashed all over her cheeks. Once I had rejoiced enough of her squealing misery and hilarious pain, I used the Force to mess with her head so she wouldn't rat me out. —That's gonna do the trick. —I rubbed my hands together, fixing up my dress and cleaning it from Padmé's tears. —Babe, seriously, hurry up. I wanna go home. —Anakin's darkened and lustful expression fell down for a second for an unbelievably chuckle at my spoiled pout. —I'll be outside. —I gave him a sweet smile after he gave me verbal confirmation.

Naboo was pretty nice, to be honest.

The view wasn't so bad, it even made it worth it to freeze under the night light. The little villages stood in the distance with a dim light, perfect to illuminate the lake. There was something so romantic and picturesque about Naboo... So undeniably beautiful. Who wouldn't love to live here?

Who would?

—What are you thinking? —A deep voice interrupted my gawking, putting a jacket on top of me.

—Mmm, you are not reading my mind this time? —I looked over my shoulder, melting into Anakin's arms once he surrounded me with them, kissing my temple as he rubbed my arms to generate heat. —You're so warm... —I smiled when he hugged me tighter.

—You were so hot in there...—He kissed my earlobe, fumbling with my waist. —You should get jealous more often. I have a boner from seeing you torture someone. —He laughed on my side, lowering to my neck.

—You really don't want to see me when I'm mad. —I giggled, letting my head fall to the side and closing my eyes to enjoy his eagerness. —Something else happened in there?

—I'm sorry it took me so long, but look... —He put a piece of paper in front of me, with his signature and another one on the bottom of it. —We won.

—Ohh, would you look at that!— I giggled, starting to walk with him to the ramp. —Ani, can I ask you a question?—I bit my lip, looking down to the tip of my heels.

—Sure, princess. What's up?—He squeezed my hand in reassurance.

—Ani, I loved your speech, I really did. —I offered him a shy smile, rubbing my thumb along his. —But I can't shake this feeling that- That-

—That what? —He looked down on me, slowing his pace to see me carefully.

—That there's something I don't fully know about Padmé. Why was she so sure that you would come back to her?

Anakin swallowed thickly, meditating an answer. It was when I tilted my head that I sped him up to give me a response.

—Is there something you haven't told me about your past? —I dug further.

—Nothing important. —He smiled shortly.

—Everything is important. —I corrected. —I hate being kept in the dark, if it's something huge-

—Not this. I promise. —He began our stroll again. —Can we drop the topic? I don't want her haunting our night anymore.

—Alright. —I nodded in understanding. —Well, you did it, we're returning with our heads up.

—Mhm. —He kissed the crown of my head. —It wasn't easy. I almost go back home without a girlfriend.

—A girlfriend? And who is this mystery girl? Because I haven't been asked that question...—I hummed, following the path to the cockpit, cruising through the valley of half-sleep clones and a couple of stoned ones. Obi-Wan was already passed out in one of the private bunk beds of the ship, making me laugh when he snored.

—Your talent to get under my skin amazes me. —Anakin laughed, turning me around and walking me backwards until I hit the panel of the ship with my bum.

Thinking that he was coming mainly for a kiss, I gave in to his embrace, cupping his jaw as his tongue invaded my mouth; doing the same movements he had previously done on other parts of my body... But knowing this man like the back of my hand, I just had the feeling that his devilish plans were far from over.

—Did I lie? —I arched my brow, admiring how effortlessly he picked me up and placed me on it, spreading me open again after closing the doors to block the cockpit's entrance.

So apparently they were not empty promises.

[SMUT STARTS]

—So I can't call you my girlfriend? —My underwear landed on the pilot seat, Anakin pouting as he kneeled. He rubbed my thighs as he made sure I was trapped.

—I'm just saying t-that- —I hissed when his tongue made contact once more with the wetness between my legs. —Are you seriously going to do it again?

—Sorry, baby, can't talk with my mouth full. —That's the last thing he said before diving in.

I think there's little left to tell about how my night went besides that. That was a pretty good summary of what Anakin did.

All.

Night.

Long.

The flight from Naboo to Coruscant wasn't exactly long, but Anakin found the way to squish in two exciting orgasms before we landed home: one with me on top of the panel and another one with me on the pilot's seat. He said he wanted to see me on his seat, so next time he was piloting he had something to daydream about.

For the love of-

The second we landed on the Empire's building, Anakin gave the order to let us go first. He basically forced me to do the walk of shame first, but actually no one paid that much attention; most of the clones were just too tired to care. Or to even listen. The only one who seemed sharp as a knife as always was... You guessed it, Fives.

Getting to our room, I seriously thought Anakin would be too bricked up to keep eating me out: The man had the most prominent boner peeking up from his pants, the countdown to getting railed like a slut was running out.

Apparently Anakin was very serious about his plan of keeping me open to his delight till sunrise.

Before taking the dress off, he took the opportunity to mess it up again, forcing me to push my heels on his back to leave marks as I sat on my makeup table. He sat on the stool, licking down like it was a science, not before pushing all of my things out of his way (his jacket long discarded, a half bottom shirt the only impediment to touch his warm body). Everytime I tried to position myself better to close my legs at the hypersensitivity, he would push me back, making my head hit the mirror.

After drinking my juices for the third time, and taking mercy on my sweaty form, Anakin asked me to kneel on the feet of the bed, giving him my back. By this point, there was little I could do without triggering little shocks on my clit, the overstimulation taking a toll on me. Observing my shaking legs, Anakin gently bent me over to zip down my attire. As the fabric slowly fell, Anakin traced down with kisses the beeline the black material left behind: my spine exploding in goosebumps as Anakin peppered kisses and his eyelashes brushed my back.

Considering that I wasn't wearing a bra and Anakin had lost my panties a long time ago, I was bare naked on all fours for him to admire. I felt surprisingly comfortable being split open like this and not so surprisingly anxious to feel Anakin plunge in. Which again, he didn't. Instead, pushed me further onto the mattress to have a bigger exposure of my leaking pussy, degrading me with nicknames like "needy whore" and "cumslut" to melt me even more. Throwing an occasional "pretty little slut" whenever I moaned especially hard or flinched at his eager tongue.

And he devoured me from behind while holding my arms with his tie on my lower back, leaving me to hold myself only with my cheek.

Taking fluids from my wanting cunt to my rim as a form of lube to introduce his digits for the first time ever. Slightly preparing me for what was to come when he decided to slide his swollen head in. Naturally I gasped at the intrusion of the first finger, whining and tensing up like expected. But the second one? No way in hell it was going as far as the first one.

Luckily for me, he didn't focus on stretching me out; that was merely a pit stop on his way to making me cum. Again. Which he did. Was there any doubt of that?

The second Anakin detached himself from my abused lips, I threw myself on the bed, hoping that it was finally time to rest. I didn't even had the energy to fuck, even if he wanted to. Lazily, I saw Anakin getting up to undress and walk around the room, but no question could get out of my mouth. With my eyes closed, ready to go to sleep, I stretched myself to relax my tired back. As I sighed, my hands were captured by Anakin's again, this time a cold metal in charge of keeping me still.

—A-Anakin, Anakin, I cannot do this again- Ani- —I cried, fearing as Anakin left me cuffed to the bed rest to position himself between my thighs.

He limited himself to shushing me, caressing my hips to comfort me.

—You begged for attention all evening, hating that my focus was on someone else... and now that I'm here, focused on you... and you can't handle it. Mmm?

—Ani, b-but, I can't take any more. It's too much, too much! —My whimpering wasn't getting through to him and I couldn't attempt to push him away with my hands trapped. —Ani, p-please, it hurts!

—Is my little slut too overstimulated?

—Yes! Yes! —All seriousness in my argument went down the drain the moment I moaned.

Anakin seemed to have mercy on me when he focused himself on sucking my nub, speeding up my climax by any means necessary. Snaking his hands up, squeezing everything on his way, Anakin's hands found a nest on my boobs, flicking and pinching my nipples as his nose nuzzled my bundle of nerves.

—Ani! —Looking down, just seeing the curls bobbing from the space between my core was enough to rush me to the edge. —I-I'm- I'm-

Anakin slapped my tit as he slurped, non-verbally demanding me to stay put. But the overstimulation was too much for me not to writhe.

—I'm close! Please! Oh- Oh, baby!

That was the last orgasm of the night. Thanks to the Force.

—I hope I made my point clear. —Anakin cocked his eyebrow, looking down on me as I regained my breath. Because I didn't have the energy to speak or move, Anakin took my chin and moved it for me up and down, giggling at my hazy eyes. —Good. Glad we understand each other.

[SMUT ENDS]

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Anakin's POV

The next day I had clone training, so I couldn't stay for morning cuddles as usual.

Waking up to the sight of her sleeping, her bare back illuminated by the soft light of the sunrise, was the best way to start my day. Getting up, I dropped a kiss on the middle of her spine, not capable of fighting the urge to touch the creamy skin. Before heading to training, I went back to kiss her cheek and check if she was ready to start her day. She fuzzed a little and the answer I received was growling and some whining about being too sensible to stand, before turning around to hug my pillow. That made me smile proudly, so I just put the comforter back up to go and shower.

Midway into the bathroom, I heard her voice calling from under the blankets.

—Yes, sweetheart?— I peeked my head to listen to her better.

—Wash your hair, that skank touched it.—She groaned, rubbing her face against the fabric of the pillow.

God, I love her.

Reminiscing the night before, I laughed as I washed my hair. After she fell asleep (and with reason, she was exhausted), I rubbed one out in the bathroom, hoping that my stifled noises didn't disturb her. Yeah, my jaw was killing me and for the rest of the day I would have to fight the sore muscles of my neck as well, but hell, it was so worth it. Her cries for help, the delicious sound of her begging, the desperate moans and whimpers... I couldn't think of anything I enjoyed more than making her cum.

Maybe making her happy. But it was correlated.

I just headed out to the clones' training depot and knocked out a few rounds with them, training especially hard after the events on Yavin 4 so nothing like that happens again. We spent around 5 hours stuck with the IG-100 MagnaGuard droids until we called it quits for today.

Even though it was around 10am, I hadn't had anything to eat yet, so I went to the kitchen looking for something to calm down the rumbling in my gut. I would usually go for something healthy or high in protein, however, I was pretty beaten up from training to get all fancy on breakfast, so I limited myself to put on the coffee pot and throw some bread on the toaster.

The steamy liquid hit my tongue, but I remained unbothered, as I usually drank my morning coffee extremely hot; it was more surprising the presence of a certain trooper captain in the kitchen... looking for me.

—Good morning, General Skywalker. —She greeted me, bowing her head.

—Morning, Captain Taaray. —I said back, going back to biting the buttery toast, leaning back on the island as I contemplated the kitchen's tile. I expected her to go directly to the fridge, nonetheless she walked towards me with an awkward smile.

—See, I hate to ask this... —She began, capturing my attention. She huffed exaggeratedly, looking up like she was mortified. —But I need to talk with General Phoenix.

Putting up the act, I straightened up, shrugging my shoulders in a "relaxed" manner.

—You should try to contact her on her commlink. —I suggested, acting like it didn't concern me.

—I did. She hasn't answered my last 10 calls. —She crossed her arms. —I was hoping you could lead me to her. Or at least tell her I need her to come meet me.

—And why would I be of any help? —I frowned, sipping from my cup and looking at her from over the glass.

—Look, General Skywalker, it's not my place to meddle... But I know. Okay? —She opened her hands at the end of the explanation as she gave me a knowing glance.

—Know what? —She didn't buy it.

—For the mother of moons- C'mon, Skywalker. —She tilted her head with exasperated eyes.

—I'm sorry, trooper, I don't know-

—I think you are forgetting I'm the one that had to witness her breakdown while you were captured. —Taaray squinted her eyes in an accusatory manner. That ripped a little smile off me. —I know you two are an item, so can you please help me get to her? It's so urgent and she's not in her room, and it seems like she shut down her commlink-

—She broke down because of me? —I interrupted her with a coy smile, playing with the leftover coffee I had on my mug. I didn't even care if Taaray knew, I kinda suspected it, given that she was Y/n's right hand.

—For the love of-

—Okay, okay, c'mon with me. —I nudged her to follow me to my room, the whole trajectory in an awkward silence because we had nothing to talk about.

—So how was the ball? —She broke the ice, trying to create conversation.

—Nothing to write home about. —I dismissed, still not making eye contact, just walking forward.

—Right... nothing interesting happened on a ball in Naboo. —She chuckled, not believing me.

—What? You heard something? —I digged, taking advantage of having one of Phoenix's biggest confidants. —Did Phoenix say something?

—She didn't have to. She was a mess before leaving. But can you blame her?

No, I really couldn't. And that made me feel terrible.

—Wait for me here, I'll check if she's awake. —I stated when we got to the door of my room.

—Tell her that it's Code Scarlet related. —She told me before I crossed over.

—Okay... —I gave her a confused look as I left her side.

It was scorching hot that day, with the sun showing no mercy in the peak of summer. As a result, my room was also uncomfortably warm, and seeing her buried in the covers made me itch.

—Sweetheart? You up?

—Mmm...? —She whined, not moving a single muscle from her position.

—Hey, I need you to wake up. C'mon, up. —I tried shaking her a bit, but that only pushed her to cover herself from head to toe. —Y/n, c'mon, it's 10:30. It's almost noon.

—You know what's funny? —She murmured from under the covers.

—What?

—How little I care about that.

—Well, if you don't wake up now, I'll just have to tell Taaray to come back later then.

—Taaray? —That made her jump out of her hiding place.

—Yeah, she is waiting outside, something about Code Scarlet- —I hadn't finished my sentence when she was already sitting up, hissing when she straightened herself up.

—She said what is it about?

—No, that's the only thing she told me. What's that? —I saw her slide to the edge of the mattress, careful not to put her weight on her lower half.

—Nothing to worry about, I just need to get to her. —She hurried to get on her feet. —Ani, help me! —She squealed, throwing her hands to me so I could pull her to stand. The little pout melted me and I crossed my arms to see her beg some more. —Ani!

After a good laugh of mine, I helped her stabilize. The squealing continued when she started strolling, shaking a little in between steps. Y/n took her best shot at walking like a normal person, but her sore legs and sensitivity prevented her from doing so. Cackling, I earned a glare from her.

—Shut up.

—You look so beautiful like this. —I smirked, holding in a laugh as she tried to get dressed and not trigger goosebumps on her body. I laid on my bed, staring at my struggling girlfriend putting on some loose pants and a large shirt. —You need help? — I asked when I heard her lamenting noises as she crouched for shoes.

—Silence would help! —She fired back, hurrying up to the door.

—Will you tell me what Code Scarlet is? —I yelled while she opened the door and smiled at Taaray. Nosy as I was, I made my way to them, trying to overhear their conversation.

—Talk to me. —She told Taaray and they started walking down the hall as her captain filled her in.

—See you at the team meeting. Twelve o'clock! —I shouted and she gave me a half-assed wave.

—Well, they called first thing in the morning. They have an update on- Can you walk? —That was Taaray's voice.

—Yes, yes I can! Just go slower- auch!

—Heck of a night, boss. —Taaray chuckled, making me laugh as well.

—Not you too, pleaseeeee.

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Y/N's POV

—And that's why I need you to authorize a mission to Lothal. —I just finished explaining Qui-Gon's hologram about my plan to catch Windu on Lothal. I didn't reveal the source of my information or nothing that connected the dots to my friend.

Anakin was not here and it helped me gain more confidence in my explanation. I wanted the capture of Windu to remain a secret for him; the surprise would be so much sweeter. Although I secretly hoped for Qui-Gon to authorize him to come with me. Maybe we could use a day of the trip just for us.

—I hope you understand what you are asking, little one. —Qui-Gon hummed, scratching his beard.

—I do. Trust me. —I gave him my most serious look possible.

—Alright. Send the pre-report about the mission and I'll let you know no later than Thursday. If I allow it, you can go on Friday. Hope you don't miss your birthday, little one.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about my birthday this week. The only thing on my mind was the possibility of catching our biggest enemy. I just hoped Windu wouldn't escape Lothal before I could get to him.

—Noted. Thank you for the opportunity, master. —I bowed, taking a step back to give Obi-Wan time for his run down.

—The first topic of the agenda is-

—I'm here, I'm here, sorry! —Anakin entered the room running, taking his place next to Obi-Wan.

—Anakin, you're late. —Qui-Gon glared.

—Tell us something unexpected. —I muttered, playing with my feet.

—Sorry, master. —Anakin said louder in my direction. —The meeting with the 501st took longer than I anticipated.

—As I was sayinggg- —Obi-Wan raised his voice, rolling his eyes before finally getting to the first point of the agenda. —Our weapon budget has increased for the next quarter-

Obi-Wan took his task of boring us to death very seriously. Between budgets, and new processes and new training techniques, I was about to drop to the ground and drift off to sleep. But Anakin, stars, he was keeping me wide awake. Not only that, he was the reason my whole lower body was on fire. More than usual, alright.

He wouldn't quit clicking his jaw.

Massaging it every now and then, his thumbs circling at the base of it. Sometimes his hand moved to rub his neck, squishing the hard muscle. However, it was the clicking that drove me crazy. Yeah, with every goddamn tick of his jaw an electric wave would shock my throbbing clit. He had warned me about eating me out until he was sore. The fulfillment of that dirty promise had me leaking, barely holding it together.

The man of my eyes noticed my attention, probably my hazy eyes alerted him of my downstairs situation because he smirked and shot a wink at me.

Stop doing that. I talked through the Force.

"Baby, the second this thing is over, I'm dragging you back to bed so you can ride my face." His eyes darkened and his tongue came out to sweep his bottom lip.

And a fucking moan almost dropped unexpectedly out of me.

—I think that with that we officially completed our agenda for today-

—Fucking finally. —Anakin growled loudly, dropping his head backwards in exhaustion.

—Thank you, Anakin, for your attention. —Obi-Wan grunted sarcastically.

—Thank you, Obi-Wan, for your effort. —Qui-Gon sincerely thanked him, slightly tilting his head as a sign of forgiveness. —Anakin, I expect you to listen and remember everything that was said during this meeting.

—Then don't make it so fucking long. —He whispered, dropping the upper half of his body down, hanging like he was already asleep.

—Before hanging up- —Qui-Gon changed his tired expression to a warm smile. —How was the ball? And don't give results or numbers, give me all the gossip!

We all stared at each other, not really knowing what to say or where to start.

Obi-Wan snapped his fingers. —Aks Moe is getting a divorce.

—That's not news, that's a necessary measure. The man has been unhappy since the day of his wedding. —Qui-Gon rolled his eyes.

—And Po Nudo brought a date half his age. —I winced.

—Really? Him? With a thirty year old?

—Oh, then a date with a third of his age. —I corrected myself with a deeper wince.

—Shit. —Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows. —What about Mothma? She asked about me?

The three of us gave a response in unison. —No.

—Saw that one coming, not gonna lie. —His hopeful smile turned into a flat one. —Anakin, what about you? —Qui-Gon wiggled his eyebrows.

—What about? —Anakin brushed his hair with a frown.

—Oh, c'mon. Don't play stupid with us. How was seeing Padmé?

Maker, I had almost forgotten about her.

—Oh, oh! Uhm, you know, nothing new. I got that treaty signed! —He cheered for the last part.

—That's excellent, my boy. —He congratulated his apprentice. —But, seriously, nothing new? Are you kidding me? —He scoffed with an open mouth. —Are we talking about the same woman? Hello? Padmé, the freaking love of your life?

Yeah, that hit an uncomfortable place.

—Qui-Gon, it wasn't like that... —Anakin dismissed with a concerned gaze, looking at my direction through the edges of his eyes.

—It wasn't- wasn't like that? Anakin, for the love of everything that is holy, that woman was the object of your adoration for a decade! Then you started dating and you were even more intolerable. "Padmé's hair is so soft" "Padmé is so funny, I can't stop laughing with her", "I'm going to leave the Order to be with her". —Qui-Gon made a great Anakin impression. —Sounds familiar?

This was the definition of torture.

Anakin seemed so apologetically, so utterly ashamed of being reminded of that version of him in front of me. I wished I could just shake the frustration Qui-Gon's words caused me, but it was evident they were cutting through me.

—I don't sound like that-

—No, but you did say those words. Obi-Wan, back me up. —The man that had become my best friend stiffened his posture, looking for a way out of this situation.

—He only said the hair thing once...—He admitted with a cringe.

—Ha! He said it every fucking week. So nauseating. —Qui-Gon laughed. — So? What did she say? How did you feel?

Even after biting my lips and tensing my whole body, I couldn't stop the influence of my mood on the Force and my surroundings. The first physical clue of my anger was the slight shaking on the table before us. It was subtle enough to fly under the radar, but as Qui-Gon vomited memories and comments that would remind me of Anakin's past love, the trembling evolved to a freaking earthquake. Now the shelves and decorations inside of them would shake too.

—I felt fine, okay master? I don't have feelings for her anymore. —Anakin exhaled loudly, like an annoyed teenager. However his eyes showed the preoccupation his voice wouldn't demonstrate.

—Mhm. Whatever you say, son. —Qui-Gon shook his head. —This kid would turn his whole life just for her and now he doesn't feel anything after seeing her for the first time in years. —Our master huffed.

Obi-Wan and Anakin slowly stared at the lamp of the ceiling violently joining the shelves and table at the fierce trembling. They both looked back at me but I was too busy trying to act natural for Qui-Gon, maintaining my composure and stiffening my demeanor into a static smile.

—Anakin has grown, it's normal for him to forget those childish crushes. —Obi-Wan stepped in to defend Anakin.

—Buying a ring for someone and potentially getting engaged is hardly childish. —Qui-Gon shrugged his shoulders.

The windows cracked. The tables around the holotable split in half. The paintings on the walls fell.

—A ring? —The shock poured out of me. My eyes widened and my mouth opened involuntarily. When everyone focused their attention on me, I dropped a laugh to disguise my uneasiness.

I blinked rapidly to hide my changing irises, somehow hoping that Qui-Gon wouldn't catch a glance of my yellow glow. Everything moved in slow motion around and I couldn't bring myself to look at Anakin; the confirmation of Qui-Gon's words would sting even more and I couldn't promise that reaction would be successfully hidden from him.

Qui-Gon peeked an eye from the forms he was filling, chuckling at the memory.—Yeah! You may not believe it, but this guy right here was once dreaming about running away and getting married to a senator.

—Do tell. —I said through gritted teeth.

Could Qui-Gon hear the cracking of the doors?

—That's not even the worst part. He even kept letters from her and smelled them. So lame. —Qui-Gon snorted.—Would love to stay and make fun of Anakin, but I gotta go. I have another meeting. —Qui-Gon organized his papers and smiled at us. —Take care guys. Talk soon.

By the time the call was officially hung up, I was already out on the hallway, marching strongly to get to my room as soon as possible. The consequences of my emotional mess followed me through the hallway, things being spilled over, dropped and/or tore apart by my effects on the Force. Fortunately, the troopers guarding the doors survived my storm, but they struggled to stand on their feet.

—Y/n! Y/n, wait!

—Anakin, not right now. —I growled, rushing to my room.

—C'mon, stop! Stop! —He managed to chase me down to the front door of my chambers. —Baby, this doesn't change anything, I still meant everything from yesterday-

—I asked you. —I turned around, talking with a string of a voice to then shout. —I asked you if there was something being kept from me. I asked you and yet again, you fucking lied-

—We never got to run away! —Anakin lost his patience. —We thought about it, I got the ring, but never proposed! —Anakin brushed his hand harshly on his hair.

—Why? —Perhaps if the motive was strong enough, my anger would somehow diminish.

—I couldn't bring myself to do it. —He shrugged his shoulders. —It felt like it was something I had to do, a step to complete. But it didn't feel right. Leaving my Jedi life was a dream I yearned for, but doing with Padmé never seemed like something that would fulfill the need I had in my heart. So I never took the final step.

—Do you still have the ring? —I asked under my breath.

—Would that mean anythi-

—Answer me, Anakin. —I pushed with my jaw tense.

—Yes. —He dropped his head forward.

I nodded with a blank expression.

He got her a ring. A ring that symbolize the promise of a life spent together.

—When were you planning on proposing? —I was a masochist.

He huffed, scratching his head, but in the way my eyes were boring into his, he knew I wasn't relenting on this. —The night I turned to the dark side.

—Do you still have it? —My teeth didn't fully separate to mouth the words, given the clenching of my jaw.

Anakin breathed in, seeing no point in fighting my questions. —Yes.

Of course. I already knew the answer.

—Do you still have the letters from her? —The tears prinkled my eyelashes, nevertheless, I refused to let them slip.

—I haven't seen them in so long. —He sighed exhaustedly.

—But did you ever throw them away? —My hands turned into fists, expecting to push my anger just a little bit deeper.

—No. —He exhaled. —But I will as soon as I find them. Please, Y/n, don't be mad, it's so pointless-

—Pointless? Anakin, let me paint you a picture. —I let out a dry laugh and calmed myself for a second. — Let's imagine that I have the same past that you had with Padmé, but with Maul. —That made him stiffened. I squinted my eyes, knowing that already my main point was being proved. —Right. And let's say that I still keep letters from him. And let's say that I still keep the ring he bought for me, the one he was going to propose with. Huh?

Well, it was now him, the one with the hands clenched into fists.

—How would you feel? How would you react? —When he didn't answer, I smiled, but not victoriously. —Exactly.

Turning around to step into my private room, I felt his hand on my elbow.

—Please, give me some space. —I requested, my voice not high anymore. —I don't wanna see anyone.

—Sweetheart. —He sighed. —Don't do this again. There's so much more to the story-

—You fucking lied! That's the worst part! You know me, you know the feeling. Don't leave me in the dark! —His hand dropped from my elbow. I used my hand to count every single thing that I hated from this situation. —I hate being lied to. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. —I sped up, closing my eyes harshly to keep the tears at bay. —I hate that you lie about how serious your relationship actually was. I hate that you felt like you had to do it. And I hate that there's a part of you hanging on to that moment of your life. —The gaze of my lover dropped to his feet, not able to withstand my hurt face. — But most of all, I hate that you weren't honest with me, especially when I ask over and over again. W-Why weren't you honest with me? I- Anakin, please. —I closed my eyes in exasperation. —Let me go.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds, biting his lips with anxiousness. —Fine. But I'll be right here. —He stood firmly in his spot.

—Whatever. —I went to close the door and when it clicked, I knew it was locked.

"Right here".

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A/N: Men, am I right???? A penny for your thoughts, who's side are you on?

Also! I'm gonna use this space to promote the brand new one shot I uploaded in my Imagines Book! I'm feeling inspired so a few more will be dropping there! In case you want to add it to your library :)

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Thank you for reading! And I would apologize for the amount of smut, but after episode 5 you cannot ask me to keep it in my pants!!! lmaooo

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