Skylin fanfic: Do you know how to kiss?
"Do you know how to kiss?" Anakin's feigned indifference pierced the awkward silence.
Ferus stared blankly at the other Padawan.
"Kiss," Anakin repeated indifferently, popping another candy into his mouth and deliberately ignoring Ferus's gaze.
"Skywalker, you... Ugh, you know it's not proper for a Jedi to 'kiss.'" Ferus finally came to his senses and approached the table where Anakin was sitting, placing his hands on his hips, clearly about to begin another lecture.
"You could have just said you didn't know how. Well, that's not surprising... Who would want to kiss you? You're insufferable." Anakin watched with pleasure as Ferus nearly choked at the audacity of his words.
"Of course I know how! What—cough, I don't even intend to discuss that stupid question." Ferus turned away. “Can you do it? Prove it.” Anakin stood up from the table and lightly flicked Ferus on the forehead.
Ferus slapped Anakin’s arm in disgust. “Prove it?”
“Yeah. Kiss me. And I’ll rate your skills from one to ten.” Anakin smirked as Ferus stared at him wide-eyed.
Ferus tried to clear his throat. “Where are you even suggesting this?”
“I’m bored. It’s a lousy mission, and the Masters won’t be back anytime soon. You don’t have anything better to do either. Why not? Are you afraid?”
“Anakin, I’m not going to—”
“Oh, you’re afraid Master Windu will pop out from behind the curtain and brand you ‘less than ideal a Padawan’ for even thinking about kissing me.” Anakin teased childishly.
"You're talking nonsense, Skywalker... And I'm not afraid of anything." Ferus looked at Anakin with displeasure. Why did that boy always try to irritate him?
"Then you agree," Anakin tilted his head and playfully stuck out his tongue.
"Pfft, no problem. Just leave me alone later."
Anakin approached Ferus. They awkwardly stood up next to each other. Ferus was about to snort in irritation at Anakin, as if to say, "You're teasing me when you don't know how to do anything," when Anakin suddenly grabbed the bridge of his nose and pulled him closer. Their lips touched in a clumsy kiss. Anakin pressed his lips desperately to Ferus's, his tongue moving spasmodically and sharply in and out of Ferus's mouth. It lasted a second, two, ten... Longer than it should have. Ferus, meanwhile, was frozen and hung limp in Anakin's arms, feeling the latter's attempts to invest more emotion into the kiss than a Jedi should have. Finally, Anakin pulled away abruptly and angrily. He wiped his lips and rushed to the bathroom. For a moment, Ferus thought he saw a flicker of hurt and uncertainty on Anakin's face, along with anger and disgust. But perhaps it was just an illusion. Ferus heard Anakin deliberately gargling loudly, trying to completely get the taste of Ferus off his tongue.
"Terrible! I'll never kiss again out of boredom," Anakin ranted.
When the Masters returned, Anakin acted as if he had never been before, dragging Obi-Wan away and questioning him relentlessly about the mission.
Ferus remained standing where he was.
Let me tell you right away, my native language is not English, I used a translator, and I am also very bad at writing, I just started, so sorry if this is bad
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