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WARNING: Slight smut. Mentions of smoking.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to happy4rain ! Thanks for your support, love! Your comments encourage me a lot! And thanks for checking out my Imagines Book! I hope you like this chapter! :)

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Anakin's POV

The ride back home was tense and quiet between me and her. When we arrived at the meeting point, Obi-Wan was looking at us with suspicious eyes, but restrained himself from saying anything. Instead he just showed us everything he bought while we walked back to the speeder. I took the wheel, and even though I desperately craved for Phoenix to take the passenger seat, she sat on the back. 

Obi-Wan was telling me about how the hunting of the rebels hit a dead end and the importance of finding another clue soon, to which I responded with bored "mhm"s. I wasn't paying attention at all, my whole focus was on looking through the rear-view mirror to see her.

She was laid back against the seat, eyes wandering through the city view. I almost thought she was completely asleep, due to how quiet she was, but then her hand moved outside the vehicle to start doing little waves with the wind. The irony of the situation made me laugh mentally: While I was trying to hold on to the pumping desires inside my pants, she was chilling on the backseat, looking at buildings. The tension on my underwear was starting to get annoying and the rock hard boner I was left with wouldn't go down. Even when driving was my stress reliever.

I revved the engine, not getting to the Empire headquarters fast enough. The velocity pushed us aggressively through the wind. The breeze messed up her hair and she laughed at how fast we were going. On the other hand, Obi-Wan scolded me for my reckless actions, but he couldn't understand. There was no way he would understand the fiery desire that was eating me alive at that moment. I had the biggest blue balls known to man and I couldn't do anything about it. 

And the thing that threw over the edge was:

"He is so hot when he drives. Why is something so normal so sexual?"

Apparently the pressure my foot was putting on the pedal was good because we arrived at the building in the blink of an eye. I managed to park the speeder smoothly even with the speed I was driving at. The stormtroopers rushed to pick up the groceries and take them to the kitchen quickly. Obi-Wan practically ran out of the transport, fearing for his life and claiming how lucky he was to still be alive. He then proceeded to go to his bedroom, just in time to tune in Masterchef.

When we were left alone, I took the initiative to walk towards her, to which she didn't refuse. Instead she walked towards me too, a dangerous smirk appearing as I grabbed her by the waist. Because I towered her, she had to reach up to me, barely reaching my chin with her lips.

—Aren't you a desperate little thing? —She mocked, biting my chin softly.

—Little is not a word I would use... —I pulled her closer to me, making her notice the object of my discomfort. Smirking, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

—And what do you want me to do about it? It's not really my problem...

Her little teasing not being something I appreciated. Her lips lowered from my chin to my neck, leaving little bites across my skin. The delight of her light nibbling didn't allow me to keep my hands still, to which I moved them to roam her body, cupping her ass perfectly.

—But it's all because of you...—I whispered seductively in her ear. 

Even though my fragile state would somehow resemble a beg, I made sure my voice wasn't needy or high pitched. I was not the person to beg, not directly at least. I just took whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted; my dominant nature always thriving. But with her, I enjoyed the short moments where she would think she was in control. Her fierce nature appearing was such an aphrodisiac. She breathed in harshly at my comment and her hand started to descend down my body, wandering across the waistband of my boxers, the ones keeping the massive bulge pressing against my pants fabric.

—Say that again, pretty boy...and I'll think about it.—Her face resurged from my neck to meet my eyes. She slightly pressed her lips against mine, barely even grazing them with each word she spoke.

—How about we stop talking?—I suggested, giving her ass a strong squeeze.

Seeing her under my control was the peak of my pleasure. I locked her inside my arms, my left hand now touching her cheek, closing the little distance that kept us away. I was confused when she started to chuckle mid-kiss. What did I do?  My panic grew stronger when she separated, but it quickly dissipated when I saw the motherfucking commlink beeping.

"Phoenix, can you come to my office? I need to check some data with you. Thank you."  Qui-Gon's voice came out of the hellish device.

Oh, fucking stars....

She laughed while escaping my embrace.

—Wait, are you really going? —I asked shocked, not believing she would leave me after making my pants situation a million times worse.

—The boss has called. —She shrugged her shoulders. —Also, you really need to work on tomorrow's presentation, Ani. You don't want to lose so horribly to me. At least go down with some dignity. —She mocked, walking away.

...And she's back.

I stayed there on the hangar's balcony, walking in circles, waiting for my boner to go down. After what felt like 20 minutes, I felt confident enough to go to the TV room.

—I've been calling you! You almost missed the first challenge! Lorna is not doing good today. —Obi-Wan said with his arms extended to the screen, too invested in the TV to look at me.

That makes two of us, Lorna.

—Yeah, I need a new commlink...—I sighed. —Hey, do you know if there's any new maids?

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Next day

Y/n's POV

Both of us prepared amazing plans, to the point I was actually insecure of my victory. Anakin was so firm, so sure on his take. He was so confident, never stuttering or doubting himself. His movements so swift around the hologram, fingers sliding with such grace, eyes glowing cockily. Everything in him exuded confidence and erudism. Every person in the room was astonished with his knowledge on the mechanics of the situation and I, once again, couldn't stop my mind from wandering to unholy places. Especially after the events of yesterday...

Every time he would make hand movements to explain something, all I did was remember the way he would cup my ass to press me against him. When he would lift his arm to turn the hologram around, my gaze focused on his bicep and noticed how similar it looked to when he would hold me against the wall. And when he would lick his lips in between his speech... oh, Force, have mercy... How could I not remember when he did that to mine?

But the funny thing was that when I started to create filthy thoughts about him and his movements, he would do them more often; making me lose my head completely. I tried to hide the special attention I was giving him and I thought I was doing a great job at it, until I saw the tiniest smirk on his face. Confident that my shields backed me up, I made up my mind that the smile was due to the success of his presentation and not the effects he had on me.  By the time it was finally my turn to present, half of my mind was already horny mush. I left the room completely terrified that my momentary distraction would ruin my demonstratio, but I trusted that I did my best work.

And now Anakin and I were waiting outside Qui-Gon's office while he and Obi-Wan deliberated on the outcome of our meeting. I was sitting on the little balcony of the window, smoking a cigarette from the package I bought on the market yesterday (I was tired of asking Obi-Wan), swinging my legs side to side. I took a long puff and let go of the air slowly, closing my eyes in the process. Even with the different things that had happened the last two weeks, I never truly lost focus on this mission and leading it was a huge deal to me. It would prove my worth to them, how valuable I was for the team. 

In the middle of my second inhale Anakin approached me from behind, resting his body weight on his left hip; the one that was leaning against the window wall. I turned around after exhaling the smoke and he took the cigarette from between my fingers and put it on his lips.

—Hey! That's mine! —I growled.

—I adore when you are nervous, sweetheart. —He smirked as he inhaled, completely ignoring me.

—I'm not nervous. —I lied, turning my face to the sunset at our side.

—Mmm, sure.—He let go of the smoke on my face. —Just please don't feel sad when I beat you.

—I won't. —I assured him, retrieving my nicotine treasure. —Because you are not gonna win. —I smiled with fake sweetness and now I was the one blowing the air to him. He laughed and got his face closer to me.

—Wanna bet? —He raised his eyebrows on a challenging gesture.

—Sure, I like my chances. How many credits? —I rested my weight on my palms, being careful not to press the tip of the cigarette against the marble.

—Oh, no, I'm talking about something else, princess. —He nodded in my direction, asking for the cigarette back non-verbally, to which I agreed after rolling my eyes. I put the white stick between his lips and we locked eyes as he smoked.

—What would "else" be? — His eyes lowered to my lips, his face getting closer by the second, being just millimeters away from mine. I followed his lead and caressed his lips with mine, teasing him, never fully kissing him.

—I can think of a thing or two to do with this mouth. —He grabbed my chin, taking control of my movements, keeping me steady.

—Mmm, I don't know Skywalker... What fun will I get out of it? —I chuckled slightly. 

Getting out of his grip, I placed my lips on his chin, gently biting in. I loved his little butt chin, so I started leaving wet kisses all over it. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet touches and I saw a smirk forming on his face.

—I saw you having plenty of fun yesterday, sweetheart. —He moved his lips to the edges of my mouth and left a kiss there, sending shivers down my spine.

—Oh, yeah? —By this point, I was completely turned around, my legs at each side of his hips. —Care to remind me? — His left hand got to the back of my neck and he pressed our lips together with force.

Just like yesterday, I could feel the hunger in his actions, the way he desired me was just as strong as my longing for him. His tight grip made me feel secure under him, just allowing me to open up myself to him. I felt the wet touch of his tongue on my lower lip, asking for permission to intrude my mouth. I granted him the access and soon our tongues were entangled in a hot battle. The struggle was such that I had to drop the cigarette and lift my hands to his hair, just so I had a little stability in our desperate make out session. 

His hands were around my waist, pressing me harder to his chest and to his boner. The bulge felt delicious, pressing right on my tingling bud. Moans were inevitable at such a pleasant touch, he grabbed my ass and completely pulled me in, making me gasp at the rough contact my clothed pussy had with his cock. My hands had life on their own and quickly moved to release his erection from its misery. However, the second I palmed his member through his pants, he pushed me away. 

—I-I'm sorry. I-I thought it was okay- —I began to apologize. Great, you just made a fool of yourself.

—No, no, no. —He shook his head desperately, panting for air. —I-It's not that. I need you, but- —At that moment, Obi-Wan opened the door to the office with widened eyes and suggestively grinned at our proximity.

—You may come in now, guys. —He tried to keep his composure, but failed tremendously when Anakin walked past him and whispered.

—You are such a cockblock, man. This is the second time now. —He squinted his eyes at his best friend and Obi-Wan just laughed.

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Anakin's POV

—Well, after some tough deliberation, we have decided that... —Qui-Gon began to explain. We were sitting in our old seats, in front of him. Phoenix had hopeful eyes, which she thought she was hiding with a totally forced "relaxed" posture. The nervousness could be sensed in the air.

This was it. The moment we were waiting for. The moment our little feud came to an end, to see who was smarter, worthier, the favorite one. Whoever wins this will prove to Qui-Gon they're the best apprentice.

I enjoyed seeing her like this, so vulnerable. It fed my ego. Made me feel like I had this on the palm of my hand, but at the same time, I couldn't ignore the little fluttering on my stomach. It made me want to hug her and just let her know that everything was going to be okay. That her plan was smart and that she shouldn't doubt herself. The sensation started to bother me, so I decided to toss it on the back of my head and concentrate on the here and now. 

Who was gonna win?

—... the plan implemented for the Hoth attack will be... —He paused dramatically. Again. I gripped the hand rest of the chair tightly trying not to choke him for his little teasing game. —...Anakin's. —He and Obi-Wan clapped, looking proud of me. —As always, a perfect execution of a combat strategy. Never expected any less of you.

I smiled widely when I heard the news. But my immediate second reaction was to look back at Phoenix to check on her. She stood there smiling politely and clapping along with them. I could sense her rigidness and how uncomfortable she felt.

—Phoenix, yours was outstanding as well, really well thought. But please understand that we had to make a decision.—Qui-Gon looked at her with understanding eyes.

—Yeah, yeah.... I mean, even I have to admit that Anakin's plan was perfectly constructed. I just hope the stick he has up his ass doesn't go any higher with this ego boost. —She joked. Never losing her wit. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon laughed and maybe they thought I would be mad. But I wasn't. I actually enjoyed the joke.

—Laugh while you can, when I'm in charge you are not gonna get many chances.

Qui-Gon lifted the session and we all left the meeting room. I chased Phoenix down the hall, expecting to finish what we started earlier.

—Hey, hey... wanna hang out? —I picked up her hand and pulled her closer, but she resisted. She stepped back and shook her head with closed eyes.

—Not now, Anakin. —she put her thumb and middle finger on the bridge of her nose. —I have a headache.

—Oh, okay... maybe we can- —But she was already gone.

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A/N: Let me know your thoughts on the winner! Do you think it was fair? Who were you rooting for? Next chapter will be released on Friday and let me tell you, it's a good one, I loved writing it hahahaha

Also, and-the-children-too I NEED TO KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON SMOKER ANAKIN <333 

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