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WARNING: Slight smut. We are getting there I sweaaaar hahaha, the full-on smut chapter is coming soon. Only in theaters.

A/N: Soooo, I'm starting this new activity to show my appreciation to all of the loyal followers of Phoenix! I'm so grateful for all of the comments, the votes and the messages I get! It really keeps me motivated! So to thank all of my supporters, I'm gonna do chapter dedications (basically dedicated chapters to someone) and/or mention the selected people in chapters as special characters! For that last one, I will need the consent of the person on certain topics. For example, maybe the person I chose doesn't like to be mentioned in smutty scenarios. So yeah! That 's my idea! I hope you guys like it! A tip that I can give you: I absolutely adoreeeee to see comments! Even if it's just a smiley face or a lol, it makes my day! Thank you so so so much again! Enjoy today's update!

The first dedication is to SkylarWoodard6 !!! Thank you for all of your kind words! ❤️ This chapter has one of my favorite Obi-Wan-Y/n interactions, I hope you like it!

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Anakin's POV

During the break of our training session, Qui-Gon took the opportunity to teach me how to "Force Shadow" for the upcoming Hoth mission. I read it in one of the old Sith books and I thought it could come in handy for my plan.

—Excellent, my boy! That 's it. Just try to focus a little bit more, cause I know you can go faster. —He suggested.— But exceptional display, I'm very proud of you.—He praised, to which I smiled and palmed his back as a thank you.

—Thanks Qui-Gon, this is sick. —I stretched my back, which was hurting due to the effort.

—You know? I've been watching your hand-to-hand technique. I think if you rotate your hip, you can actually block Phoenix...—And then he explained to me how to polish my twists, which I immediately followed.

Qui-Gon was such a positive influence on my life. Even since he picked me up from Tatooine, he made sure to never neglect me or undermine me. Qui-Gon definitely took his role as my Master further than the Council would've liked; Qui-Gon was the father I never had. 

He didn't treat me like the Chosen One or a threat, he saw me as the person I was and for that I would always be in debt. And I think above all, I'm eternally grateful to him for never making me feel dumb or keeping me on the sidelines. One of the things I hated the most about the Order is that everything was so secretive and confidential; not everyone was entitled to know the whole information and they were so strict with their ideals... There wasn't freedom to think, to express oneself, to investigate further. 

But not Qui-Gon. He made sure that I had a global view of everything, not caring if it was frowned upon. And he let me analyze my feelings, not only push them aside. I'm talking to you, fucking Yoda. Everytime I needed Qui-Gon, I knew I could count on him, to listen to me, to pep talk me or simply just to unload. Not to mention he was the only one that believed me when I told the Council about the premonitions about my mother and actually defended me. Unfortunately, when we arrived at Tatooine (against the Order's rules), it was too late. But he made sure to keep me company in my misery, to be my pillar, to never let me feel powerless again. 

But to this day, I still don't know if he really fuck my mo-

We practiced for over 5 minutes when we heard laughs coming from the aisle.

—I'll pick you up in 1 hour!—Obi Wan shouted while he walked away.

—Yeah, for sure! —Phoenix jogged, waving at him as she entered the training facility.

—You and Obi-Wan going somewhere? —Qui-Gon asked. I furrowed my eyebrows confused. Obi-Wan didn't tell me anything and today is Masterchef's night.

—Oh, yeah, we are going to the market to buy some stuff for cocktails. For tomorrow. —She smiled excitedly, like this was something she was really looking forward to. I could sense her happiness and the feeling warmed my heart, and I wished I knew how to make those freaking cocktails so she would smile like that everyday.

The fuck, Skywalker, what's happening to me? 

—Someone is really confident that she is gonna win the competition. —Qui-Gon nodded slowly with a grin. —Anakin, you should be scared, huh?

—Well, it could be celebratory drinks or a drunken night of defeat. Let's not put a label on it yet. —I grinned cockily, hating myself for erasing the light on her face. But to be fair, her angry expression was equally as effective to turn me on. 

Stars, why does she have to use those shorts? I cannot stop looking at her legs...

—Do you want to come, Ani? You are more than welcome. —The invitation took me by surprise, expecting some kind of bickering but she just stood there waiting for a response with a forced smile.

—Well, if you want me there... —Her eye roll was funny enough to make me smirk.

—You know what? You can leave early today. You deserve it guys. —Qui-Gon clapped. —Just make sure to be back in time to perfect your presentation. I don't want sloppy things tomorrow. It's all or nothing. And tell Obi-Wan I want my gin and tonic or I'm gonna get upset.

—Thank you master! —And she sprinted outside.

—You. —He pointed at me with squinted eyes. —Be nice.

—Me? Always!

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—Okay, what do we need? —I asked. 

We were in the middle of the street market and Obi Wan was checking his shopping list. The sun was getting stronger by the minute, so I put my sunglasses on, thankful that the shady glass would cover my visual check-out of Phoenix's outfit. I guessed her favorite color was black, because her clothes were in that tone. My dick rejoiced at the tightness of her pants and the shortness of her crop top, giving me the sweetest view of her ass and abs. I didn't know why she had a jacket when we were almost a hundred degrees outside, but I didn't ask. I had the feeling she would have just flipped me off.

—Phoenix, which cocktail do you want? So I know what else to get. —Obi-Wan continued writing in his little notebook.

"Sex on the beach?" I humourly thought.

Yes, please, General. I would also like the cocktail. Was whispered inside my head.

I glanced at her with my eyebrows raised and I swore I could hear her laughing in my head. She was biting her lips, hands behind her back, acting totally innocent. But the only thing my mind could get around was the using of my military title, which I found incredibly sexy coming from her.

—I don't really know that many, but I like strawberries. —She explained, playing dumb. Like she wasn't trying to turn me on purpose.

—Well, I usually make a Qui-Gon Gin and Tonic for Qui-Gon. —Obi-Wan said it like it was the greatest joke of all times and waited for Phoenix's reaction, which was clearly a laugh. They laughed together and I just rolled my eyes at the comment. I strongly believe this is the tenth time I've heard that joke. —No but seriously, how about a strawberry daiquiri? Would you like that?—Obi-Wan asked, cleaning a tear from his eye.

—You mean a Darthquiri? —Phoenix said without her laughter stopping. Obi-Wan snorted and burst into laughter at the comment. I must admit it made me giggle too, it was a good joke.

—That was genius! How didn't I think of it? —Obi Wan asked himself. He calmed himself down again and went back to his notes.—Okay, I need to get some pineapples, lemons, jokka fruit, strawberries, syrup, rum, gin...

—Don't forget vodka. —I reminded him to which he nodded. Phoenix looked at me curiously with a shy grin on her face. —I'm a vodka man. —I shrugged. She giggled and a little flutter on my chest appeared, but I ignored it.

—Yeah, I figured. —She scrunched her nose and put her hand up, on her forehead trying to block the strong sunlight that was hitting her face. I noticed and moved myself in front of her, so I could shield her from it, to which she thanked me with a sheepish smile.

—I think it would be better if we split up and I get the alcohol and the juices and you guys take care of the fruits. I would send you alone Phoenix, but I don't trust Anakin to pick the fruits. —He explained to which I gasped, completely offended at the insinuation. —Oh, c'mon Anakin, you know I'm right. —I decided not to fight any longer because that meant I would get some alone time with her.

—Fine by me. —She answered. —Ready, Ani?

I huffed at the nickname. —Seriously, Phoenix-

—Do you prefer Whineakin? —She raised her eyebrow. I furrowed mine and agreed. —Good, now take the reusable bags, I don't want to use plastic ones. —And began walking.

—Let's meet here in an hour? —Obi-Wan asked and I nodded. —See you guys later.—Obi Wan waved goodbye and went the other way.

She got ahead of me, looking at all of the stands with such interest. I noticed that she didn't know the way because she was heading down the wrong section but I couldn't interrump her little hunt. It didn't cross my mind that she has never been in this kind of place before until I saw her frown at someone who picked up a frog meat by themselves from a table.

—What's wrong? —I asked when she stopped walking.

—Do people eat... that meat? —She asked with a disgusted face.

—Yeah, it's actually really good. —I was joking, however, I put on a serious face just to see her reaction. Her frown deepened and her tongue came out in a grimace. I laughed after that and then she realized my true intentions.

—I thought it was just a fruit market... I didn't know it was so...diverse. I thought it would be so different from the Outer Rim —She looked at the crowd, bewired at all of the species visiting the place. —And you can pick up the things by yourself? Don't you need permission?

—Sometimes...depends on the stand. —I shrugged my shoulders. —And you can find anything here. From fruit, to meat, to desserts, to-

"Desserts? Oh Force! I hope they have chocolate."

I've been noticing for some time now, that whenever she is really happy or, you know, in the mood, her shields do weaken. A discovery I was not about to take for granted. In fact, I was going to take the most absolute advantage of it. Clearly, with discretion. My heart warmed at her excitement for the sweet and I knew exactly where to take her.

—To? —She pushed me to finish my sentence, since I got lost in my thoughts about her desire for chocolate.

—To clothes and to, evidently, frogs. —I finalized, pointing at the item that started the conversation.

—Oh, we must hurry and find the fruits, maybe we can take a lap around the place after? —Her eyes full of hope, but she quickly coughed to hide her smile.

—Yeah, I think we can. But for that we must go the right way. —I turned her around and faced her towards the right path. The heat ran to her cheeks and the embarrassment was evident. 

She is so cute.

She gave me one quick nod with a flat smile and we moved along.

The whole afternoon was a really fun experience. We walked around the market, checking out the fruits, tasting them and picking them out. She was so excited to reach the strawberry stand and everything made sense when she revealed that strawberries was the first food she tried out when she escaped from Exegol. I was incredibly astonished that she would share a detail about her life with me, but I assumed she was having such a good time that it slipped.

However, absolutely the best part out of the day was when I took her to this little chocolate boutique. They had a chocolate fountain on the escaparate and tons of chocolate figures on the showglass. Her eyes lit brightly and basically ran inside the store. She was mesmerized by all of the shapes, the flavors, the smells... and I was mesmerized by her beautiful face. Can it, Anakin. Control yourself, man.

She picked up a bunch of pieces, not being able to decide which ones to take. She was so polite to all of the employees, that I couldn't believe she was the same woman that had the ability of force pushing an entire building on top of a school and not feeling guilty about it. I insisted on paying for the chocolate, like the gentleman I was, but she only agreed when I took her wallet and practically forced her to. When we exited the store, she thanked me, trying to smile while munching on the desserts. I chuckled and let her know it was nothing.

—We should be heading back. —I told her, when I saw that we were 10 minutes away from the meeting point and we still had to walk all the way. She nodded and I thought we could use a shortcut, so I directed us all down an alley.

—Do you want one? —She offered me some. I looked at her eyes and they were silently pleading to say "no" so she could have more.

—Uhm, no, thanks. —Even though my stomach was hurling, begging me for food.

—You sure? The milk chocolate one is pretty good. —She insisted again, this time actually trying to sound convincing.

—Mmm, fine, I'll take just a little piece. —I agreed and dipped my hand inside the bag, and grabbed said piece. 

I was biting the brown sugar, the cream melting almost instantly on my lips, forcing me to lick them and swallow it. My mouth burned at the intense staring from Phoenix, something I enjoyed tremendously. I almost choked when I heard her thoughts.

"Bet another milk tastes even better."

My attention was turned back at her, yet she was not aware that her shields were down. She even looked away from me and kept eating away the treat bag, like nothing happened. Was she playing with me? I really didn't think so.

—Everything okay? — Her tone intrigued but I noticed how her legs pressed together as she walked, simulating the friction she needed.

—Uhm, yeah... Can I have another one? You were right, it was good.

—Right? Go ahead. —She stopped and offered me the bag again, nonetheless, my hand changed directions at the last minute and it climbed to cup her cheek, my thumb reaching her lip. —W-what are yo-

—You have chocolate right here. —I sensed the sudden change of her heartbeat, the rhythm going faster. Her eyes were intense, never leaving their defense position, but waiting impatiently. She poked her chest up, like wanting me closer, so I granted her that wish. I brushed her lip softly with my finger (smearing the sweet and with that my own digit across her pout), measuring her reactions. —Let me clean it up for you.

I rubbed my thumb on her lower lip, trying to take the chocolate out of it. Due to the movement, it was inevitable for her lips to open, teasing me. I wondered what would happen if I just lowered my head and kissed her. We've never taken that step, it was mostly me pushing her, seeing how far she would let me go. 

Would she let me go this far?

My question was answered when her tongue came out of her lips and she licked my finger, melting the hardened treat in it. I stared at her waiting for a retrieving signal, which would mostly come around this time, but it didn't. Instead, she wrapped her lips around my finger and fucking, licked. it. The little smirk on her mouth telling me how much she enjoyed having control now. The bobbing of her head on my hand haunted my semi-hard member, giving me a little taste of the forbidden fruit.

I pushed her against the brick wall, gaining the upped hand in this situation. Rubbing myself on her thigh, letting her know the effects her touches had on me, she let out a soft whimper. My cock twitched at the beautiful melody and the intensity of her scrutinizing gaze. She was enjoying the way I was entranced by her and her mischievous mouth too much, but her fun eventually came to an end due to the need for air and space.

I couldn't hold it any longer.

I grabbed her thighs, signaling for her to jump, and so she did, enveloping her legs around my waist. 

Taking that as consent for me to go ahead, finally...

I kissed her. 

And it confirmed every single one of the scenarios I had created on my head ever since she arrived. Those late nights with my hand inside my pants, trying to calm down the stiff erection her plump lips gave me; even when she was scolding me, the sight of them would send goosebumps straight down my spine. It confirmed what I already knew; that the energy I felt between us was not a mere invention of my head, but pure electrical chemistry. Kissing her made me realize that I was crushing hard on that girl but with good reason.

It was a hungry, aggressive, lustful kiss.

Our tongues clashed, fighting against each other. Fighting like we would. Neither of us wanting to retrieve.

My grip on her butt grew stronger, grasping to everything she could give me, and I grinded my hips on her crotch, ripping a moan from her throat given the friction on her needy bud. Her hands went to my hair, desperately seeking something to hold on to, and pulled it harshly, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I groaned at the feeling and she smiled mid-kiss, pleased to discover a way to put me at her mercy. One of my hands made its way through her back, The Force helping me out balancing her, and pulled her hair back, making her gasp. My mouth found her lower lip, the one previously filled with chocolate, and I sucked on it, only to bite it after.

My commlink began to bip, almost pulling me out to the reality of the situation. Not wanting to interrupt the incredibly hot make out session with Phoenix, I ignored it. Id be damned if I waited for this moment long enough just for it to stop so soon.

The annoying sound continued, making me lose my shit.

—Maybe- —She tried to pull away, but I didn't let her. —Maybe it's important- —She managed to say between kisses.

—Not more important than this. —I chirped quickly only to come back to her lips, like I was a thirsty man in the middle of the desert and her mouth the only source of water able to quench my need.

I hated the feeling of being away from them and their warmth. When she saw how little I cared, she relaxed too and moved her arms to my shoulders, resting them there. Her fingers caressed the back of my neck softly and her nails sent shivers down my spine. The commlink bipped continuously again and I took it in my hand, just to smash it violently against the wall. She chuckled at my state and her tongue demonstrated how happy she was with my desperation by vigorously playing with mine.

But now it was her commlink the one that was beeping. Before I could even think about destroying it like mine, the little voice mail function played Obi-Wan's voice note.

—I got the booooooozeeeeee! —He screamed with a high pitched voice. —I'm here on the meeting point, come find me, you horny motherfuckers.

We both stopped and stared at each other, knowing that the moment was completely ruined.