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Anakin chuckled at your challenge, walking over to the bed and dropping you on it. You smiled as he tugged off your pants, a hungry look filling his eyes. You beckoned him, and the sandy-blonde-haired boy crawled up you quickly, his eyes ravishing you laying out for him like you were.

"One night," Anakin sighed, kissing his way up your chest.

You nodded, "Just one. So you better show me what you got, Ani."

He kissed your lips fiercely, mushing them together as he pushed down his pants. Anakin smiled as he pulled away and watched your shocked reaction as you took in the size of him. Anakin knew he was larger than average and took pride in flaunting it.

"I don't wanna break you," Anakin smirked, rubbing his tip between your folds as you gasped.

You grabbed onto Anakin's shoulders, your eyes locking with his as you spoke, "Don't be gentle."

Without another word, Anakin slammed himself into you, filling you up entirely with ease. He thrust into you quickly and mercilessly, setting a quick, hard pace that had you moaning loudly. You knew you were in too deep that even if the two of you managed to keep this as a one-time thing, the memories wouldn't be.

The two of you molded together perfectly, like two halves finally becoming whole after years apart. There had always been sexual tension between the both of you, but you had never expected anything to actually come of it. He was a Jedi Knight, and you were a Jedi Master, something he envied you for greatly.

If this was the last time... if this was the only time you ever got with Anakin, it still wouldn't change anything. You knew it was too late. The moment your lips had first connected in the training room you'd been left alone in, you knew it. No kiss would ever be the same. No sex would ever compare. Nobody's touch would ever affect you the way Anakin did, and Anakin's touch would never be innocent like it once was.

Moans and whines fell from your lips as Anakin pounded in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each and every single time. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent moon marks in their wake. How could sex be so overwhelmingly amazing? Was it breaking the rules? Or possibly the built-up sexual tension?

A dark, betraying part of your mind couldn't help but think that this would be nice. Being with Anakin like this, whenever you pleased, a relationship with the slightly older Jedi Knight. You let your eyes flutter shut, trying to block out your emotions and just enjoy Anakin. All six foot six of him setting your body on fire in ways that nobody else had ever managed to.

His hand snaked down between your two bodies, finding a way to your clit and immediately rubbing. You cried out at the sensation, seeing stars in your vision as your orgasm slammed into you. Anakin groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, trying to milk him of his own juices. It wasn't much longer until Anakin was moaning and releasing himself inside you, using his arm to prevent him from collapsing on you.

"Fuck," Anakin groaned.

"Wow," you breathed out, watching Anakin carefully.

He dropped himself beside you, laying on his side as he caught his breath. You both lay in silence for multiple minutes, your eyes locked with one another as you focused on calming your racing heartbeats. While your heart was calming down, your mind was speeding up as the realization of everything dawned upon you. There was no coming back anymore.

"So..." You started softly.

A small smile came to Anakin's lips as he looked at you, "This is more than one night."

Heat flooded your cheeks as Anakin leaned in, kissing you deeply and immediately getting a response. You melted into the kiss, cursing yourself for allowing Anakin to be entirely correct. There had always been something more between the two of you, and as dangerous and bad as it was, there was no way that Anakin and you could ever be just one might.

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The tension was thick enough in the air that you could practically grab a handful of it if you reached out. Your breaths fanned across each other's faces as your lips grazed against one another's. A dark, menacing look swam in your eyes, matching Anakin's as you both fought to keep your eyes from falling to each other's lips.

You couldn't kiss him. There was absolutely no way you would kiss him right now, in the middle of a fight like this. Sure, Anakin and you bickered often, but rarely did it ever ascend to screaming at one another.

But oh god, did you want to kiss him.

You wanted to grab his stupid face and kiss his stupid lips and tell him how incredibly stupid he was in battle. Tell him about the distance between what you felt and what you wanted to say was absolutely unbridgeable, and you just couldn't properly express how terrified you were to lose him.

So you simply stood chest to chest, heaving and radiating anger off and onto one another as your lips tempted each of you for a lethal dance of tango.

"I'd be lost without you too," Anakin finally whispered, "But I'd sacrifice everything if it meant keeping you safe."

"No!" You cried, tears cascading down your cheeks, "Can't you understand that without you, there is no me!"

Before you could utter anything else, Anakin grasped your hips, pulling you flush against his body and finally connecting your lips. Your hands quickly flew up to his neck, tangling into the hair there as you desperately kissed Anakin. Your lips molded and crashed as if it would be the last time that you ever kissed as if he was providing you your entire life but would soon be leaving. And in a sense, that was true, but neither of you knew it yet.

You both separated, gasping for air as Anakin kissed down your jaw and to your collarbone, "You're stupid. So, so stupid."

"I know," Anakin mumbled, attacking your neck in a way that you knew would leave marks.

You leaned your head back to allow Anakin more access as you tugged his hair softly, pulling a moan from his lips, "Stupid boy, stupid battling. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Anakin repeatedly mindlessly as he came back to your lips.

Your lips met once more, and it was as if you were finally breathing the freshest air that the Maker could provide. Both of you knew that this argument wouldn't be able to disappear, that it would have to be readdressed soon. But at that exact moment, neither of you had any mind to change your current situation. The tension was still high from your argument, and you were determined to kiss it out.

"The stupid Jedi order," Anakin grumbled, leaning into your hand, "They still refuse to grant me the title of Master! I've proven myself! More than enough!"

"Oh Ani," You sighed, "Their opinions don't matter. We both know you're basically a Master, whether they grant you the title or not."

He huffs, and you can't help but smile at Anakin attempting to remain angry while you speak the truth. You lean forward to kiss his forehead, listening to him grunt unhappily as he mumbles about the 'stupid Jedi.' Pulling back, you run your hand through Anakin's hair, watching how his eyes fall closed without his control.

"How about I distract you?"

Anakin's eyes pop open the moment you straddle his waist. You begin to rock your hips against his growing boner. Your movements pull a groan from Anakin's lips as his hands grip your waist, allowing you to grind on him as you go. Anakin's mind is nothing but putty as you move against his length. He's struggling to form proper sentences in his mind, and all he can think is that he is yours and only yours.

"How's this feel, baby?" You breathily ask Anakin, "Your dick is so big Ani, have I told you that lately."

All Anakin can respond with is a raspy, "Oh fuck," as his grip on your waist gets even tighter. The thought of his hands being bruised into your skin like many times before has a soft moan tumbling from your lips as you continue your sweet rhythm. You know that Anakin struggles to submit, and often he prefers to be the only one in control, but the sight of his head tossed back into the pillows allows you to know that you're in total control.

"You're so hard, baby," You leaned slightly forward, allowing your clit some pressure as you rub against him, "Is this all for me?"

"Mmhmm."

Anakin's words have left him entirely, and all he can do is whine for you. He knows deep down that typically he'd barely allow you any control, but never enough to get him whining like this for you. Yet despite all of his knowledge, Anakin finds himself wishing for this to occur more often. That the sight of you on top of him like this is incredibly sexy, and he can't even begin to imagine what it would be like if you were naked.

You are finding yourself lost within all the power Ani has given you. He's allowed you to ride before, but he's never allowed you to have complete control over the situation, and you're thrilled that he is. The sight of Anakin underneath, fully submitting to you, has you turned on just as much as when Anakin's forcing you to submit while fucking you into oblivion.

And as much as you would love to tear off each other's clothes and allow his length entrance into your sweet pussy, part of you has become attached to the idea of getting him off like this. Fully clothed, just rubbing against one another as your needy sounds mix in the air.

Anakin's hands drop from your waist to your ass. You moan loudly as he squeezes two large handfuls yet makes no move to guide or control you. For once, Anakin is entirely submitting to you. You continue grinding against Anakin's boner as he throws his head back in pure ecstasy, your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Anakin whines, "I think... oh fuck... I'm gonna..."

You nod your head, unable to form words yourself as your orgasm slams into you. Anakin's own orgasm hits him just seconds after, loud moans tumbling from his lips as he soaks his underwear with his cum. Your pussy clenches violently as you leak onto his Jedi robes, a soft smile coming to your lips as you look down at Ani.

His hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks entirely flushed from his orgasm. His eyes follow your every movement with a look of astonishment. He's entirely spent from his orgasm, and you never even allowed him inside you. The idea of allowing you complete control while you ride him almost terrifies him... almost.

"Wow," You pant, bracing yourself against his chest.

Anakin nods, his mind still a messy scramble as he watches you, "Wow."

"We should do this more often," You flash a cheeky smile as you roll off of Ani to lay beside him.

Gently, Anakin pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head, "Definitely."

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You couldn't help but slightly admire your body in this position. Your face was flushed but tinted a beautiful shade of red. Your hair was messy but fell delicately, and swayed gracefully with each thrust. Your breasts reacted to each of Anakin's thrusts beautifully, bouncing and jolting in such a natural way. And that was what was so beautiful about this, about you. You appeared so gorgeously natural in this position, and it shined a new light on your body.

Sure, you could focus on all the slightly less attractive aspects, possibly focus on them so much that you begin to find them unattractive, but you chose not to. Because what was more beautiful than you appearing so natural, so pleasured, and completely submitting yourself to Anakin? Nothing was, and that was the only correct answer. Each flaw or insecurity you had ever seen in your body seemed to disappear. You were Anakin's, and you were seeing your beautiful body as Anakin saw it. You were perfect with all the slight flaws you normally picked out. You were blissed out and flushed and utterly pure despite the sins of your current actions.

A tingling took over your legs as your orgasm slammed into you. You screamed at the sensation, your knees wobbling as Anakin fucked you through your high.

"Such a good girl for me," Anakin groaned, his grip on your throat and waist tightening, "Taking my cock like the good girl you are, oh fuck, princess."

Anakin's eyes locked with yours as he fucked you rapidly, his cock filled you entirely while slamming into your repeatedly. You watched as his face contorted with pure pleasure, his cum coating your walls as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up. Anakin's grip on your throat released as he came, his hand moving to stroke your hair messily.

"Seems like my Padawan really needs to be taught a lesson," Anakin tsked, walking directly towards you now, pausing deliberately between each of his sentences, "Do you think of me often, (Y/n)? Do you imagine all the things your Master could do to you? Hm?"

Immediately, your pout formed into a glare. Anakin knew exactly what he was doing, how his words were affecting you.

Before you could fully react, Anakin had a handful of your hair in his fist, holding you dangerously close to his lips as your own part in a soft gasp, "Don't you dare glare at me."

"That's just my face, Master!" Your voice came out whinier than you wanted, and you knew that both of you could see through your lie easily.

"If you don't want to cross this line with me, speak up now," Anakin mumbled, keeping his grip on your hair, "If you want to continue, your safe word is 'lemon', and you're agreeing to be mine."

Your lips formed the same pout from earlier as Anakin watched your plump lips, wondering what you tasted like. However, he refrained, that would be too quick of a reward. Instead, he took your silence as your agreement to continue, and walked over to his bed, pulling you along by his grip on your hair. Anakin quickly took a seat and pulled you over his knees.

A squeal left your mouth as you landed over his legs, gripping his legs tightly, "Anakin, this is crossing many, many lines."

"Tell me you don't want to, and we can stop," Anakin soothed, rubbing a hand up and down your back, "I won't force you into anything you don't want. But I need verbal confirmation, baby."

You could feel your insides turning to mush at the nickname, "I want to continue."

"Good," there was a slight pause, Anakin's hand stilled on your back before going away and coming down on your ass with a loud smack, making you yelp, "And that's Master to you, little one."

You nodded as your grip on Anakin's legs tightened even more. Anakin was quick to pull off your top as well as your pants and underwear, leaving you laying across his lap entirely bare for him to see. You squirmed, getting nervous under all the attention. However, you trusted Anakin entirely. Some part of you felt warm and secure laying across his lap, the same as you always felt in his presence.

Another smack came down harshly on your ass, making you yelp, "Now princess, who's your master?"

"You are, Sir."

"Good girl," Anakin murmured, making the wetness between your legs grow, "I don't want to rush you today. If you like me, then we'll have plenty of time to play together. Today is about teaching you a lesson, little one. Whose orders do you listen to?"

You huffed at Anakin's question, while you admired him incredibly for his experience as a Jedi. You still found it hard to listen to Anakin when he was only four years older than you. You'd been born into the Jedi order, unlike him, and some little defiant part of you just loved to see him get angry each time you disobeyed.

A harsh smack landed on your ass once more, reminding you of Anakin's question as you yelped, "Yours, Sir, yours!"

"Who do you follow??"

"You, Sir."

"And what's my name?"

"Sir... or Master."

Anakin smiled, lifting you as if you weighed nothing and readjusting you so you sat on his knee. Anakin's lips made soft contact with your shoulder, showing his appreciation for your good behavior. You couldn't help the smile that came across your lips as tingles ran through your body, one of Anakin's arms wrapping around your waist.

That same arm reached up and quickly unclasped your bra, watching you tentatively as you took the bra off you, letting it drop to the floor. A deep, quiet groan rose from Anakin as he looked you over, his mouth immediately dropping to kiss and nip at your collarbone. The hand that wasn't wrapped around your waist rose to grope one of your boobs as he left a mark on your collarbone. You moaned at the pleasure, your hips grinding down against his leg on their own accord.

"Should you be trying to please yourself?" Anakin asked gruffly, his eyes narrowing on your face as his hand wrapped around your throat lightly.

"No, sir."

Anakin nodded, pulling you so that you sat directly on the tent that was in his pants. Just the feeling of his hard cock made you want to moan. He felt massive.

"Are you trying to rush me?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry, Master. I couldn't control it," You whined, resisting the urge to wiggle about on top of him.

Anakin huffed, his hand finding its way back into your hair, "Don't rush me, little one."

A swift pull and Anakin had you bent over his knee once more. His hand came down on your ass once more, and you whined. Anakin's hand smoothed over your ass before following the crevice down to your clit. He found it effortlessly and tugged on it lightly, making you whine and moan.

"I'm gonna please you, princess, I promise I will," Anakin smiled, tugging once more on your clit as you whined from your spot on his knee, "Hell if you'll take me as your Master, I'll do anything you'd like. I'll tie you up, I'll deny you, I'll get you toys, I'll get you your own collar, anything you want, princess. I'll really teach you some lessons."

Fuck, why was everything that Anakin saying turning you on even more? He was your Jedi Master, for Maker's sake. This was wrong on much more than just a few different levels. Yet no matter how much you tried to tell yourself that you shouldn't enjoy this as much as you do, you couldn't help but want Anakin to be your Master in other ways.

"I'd like that, Master."

Anakin groaned at your tone, pulling you up as he spoke, "You have no idea what you do to me, little one."

You smiled innocently at Anakin before he placed you on the floor. A yelp fell from your lips as Anakin's hand caressed your back and shoved your chest down against his bed. Your ass was sticking up on full display to your Jedi Master, and that thought made part of you mortified and made another part of you impossibly hornier. Unconsciously you tried to rise again the moment Anakin's hand left your back, only to be shoved down again seconds later.

"Don't move," Anakin snapped at you, "You stay entirely still unless I say so."

You smiled as you nodded, keeping yourself pressed against his comforter. Before you could process anything Anakin's clothes were off, and his condom-covered tip was pushing against your folds. You whined at the feeling, desperate for Anakin's cock to finally fill you up. Despite not wanting to admit it, you'd spent many nights alone in your bed, dreaming of what your Jedi Master would do to you while your hand released the tension for you. And while it was wrong to think of him that way, how could you not? Anakin was one of the most handsome men you had ever met in your life.

Your mouth opened to whine about Anakin taking too long when he suddenly slammed into you, not allowing you anytime to adjust to his size as he pulled out and slammed back into you, again and again. His cock was overwhelming as he began to pound you, just like you'd imagined so many times before. His hands gripped onto your hips tightly, pulling you back to meet his hips with each one of his thrusts.

In that exact moment, you were Anakin's. You were made for his pleasure and nothing more. You cried out as Anakin repeatedly slammed into your G-spot, blinding you with pleasure you never knew was possible. Anakin smirked as you became a mess beneath him, losing control of your own body as you gave Anakin full control.

"Who do you obey?" Anakin grunted, smacking your clit lightly as he reached down.

"You, Master!"

Anakin groaned at your cry, "Will you ever disobey me again?"

"No, Sir, No!"

As Anakin continued to slam into you relentlessly, his hand came down hard on your ass, making you cry out once more. Four more smacks followed, and your stomach clenched at the delicious pain you were receiving. Moans tumbled from your mouth carelessly as Anakin's hand found your hair, yanking you up with his fist full of your hair. You cried out once more, your pussy clenching around his cock brutally as he thrust, your orgasm blinding you as you whined out incoherent 'thank you's.

"Fuck, princess," Anakin groaned, his hand dropping from your hair and going to your neck, holding you flush against him, "So, so perfect."

After a few more thrusts, Anakin is stalling inside you, a guttural groan coming from the back of his throat. He released you as he came, allowing you to drop against his bed as you were still trying to recover from your own mind-blowing orgasm. Anakin's arms were on either side of your torso as he panted, trying to calm himself down from his own orgasm as you whined softly.

Anakin's hot, soft lips found your back as he began kissing up it. Slowly, Anakin pulled out of you and lifted you onto his bed. Your head lolled to the side to watch Anakin, who was already watching you with a soft smile that you didn't often see from him. A tentative kiss was placed on your forehead before Anakin disappeared and reappeared, a cloth gently wiping you down.

"My sweet little Padawan," Anakin teased as he tossed the rag towards his dirty clothes, "What am I going to do with you?"

Your eyes widened at Anakin as a frown came to your face, "You... I-I-I'm so sorry, Master. I shouldn't have.."

"Hey.." Anakin spoke gently, moving to lay beside you, "It was meant to be teasing. I don't care about the rules or the guidelines we might be breaking. I want you, and if you'll have me, I'll be yours."

You nodded softly, as Anakin pulled you into his chest, a kiss landing on your forehead, "I don't want to get you in trouble."

"I don't care about the rules, little one. I'd leave the order for you," Anakin kissed your forehead once more before looking down at you, "Now, are you okay? How are you?"

"I'm amazing, Master," You smiled up at Anakin, enjoying the new meaning behind the word.

Anakin smiled at you, shaking his head softly as he spoke, "You'll truly be the death of me."

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You laughed lightly, watching as he quickly finished stripping himself before slipping himself into the space behind you. Gently, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You squealed slightly at the contrast of his cold metal hand compared to the hot bathwater. Anakin chuckled at your behavior, kissing your neck softly.

Your eyes fluttered close as the touch of his soft lips, his mouth kissing repeatedly on your neck as you relished in the feeling. Slowly Anakin began to nip at your neck surely leaving marks as you moaned ever so softly.

"Ani, we're in a bathtub!" You scolded, trying to hide the soft whimpers threatening to rise in your throat.

"I don't care."

Your joyous laugh filled the air as he continued kissing down your throat. His flesh hand danced around your clit, teasing you as he rubbed it slowly. You moaned at the contact, your hips bucking up to meet his hand, desperate for more friction. Anakin 'tsk'ed, shoving you down with his hand before inserting two fingers.

"Now, now, my little flower, you have to be patient," Anakin scolded, shaking his head softly as you moaned loudly, the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls for the first time in nearly three weeks overwhelming your senses.

Your hands fumbled, desperately reaching behind yourself in the water, searching for Anakin's length until you found it. Immediately you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking his entire length quickly, twisting your wrist in the exact way that you knew he would love it. Anakin's free hand wrapped around your chest, his metal hand beginning to play with your nipple as his mouth continued to assault your neck. His whines mixed with your moans as you both fumbled to bring one another to your peaks, desperate for the release neither of you had had in weeks.

"Ani, please," You whimpered, your free hand reaching down to his playing with your clit.

Anakin smirked, nipping your neck extra hard as you squirmed about, "Yes, my little flower?"

"Fuck me, Ani."

He quickly spun you around, water sloshing over the sides of the tub as Anakin wasted no time in aligning his dick with your heat and slamming up into you. A moan left your lips as you cried out, your hands gripping Anakin's shoulders desperately. It was clear that you'd missed each other far too much, you'd been separated for too long, and you both were desperate to make up for the lost time.

Anakin's pace was relentless, slamming up into you harshly as your moans quickly morphed into shouts, urging Anakin to go even faster. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub repeatedly, part of you dreading the fact that you'd have to clean it up. But right now, with Anakin's cock ramming up into you repeatedly, time after time, you couldn't think of anything besides him.

"Ani," You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you felt your familiar peak nearing, "Choke me, please Ani, choke me."

Anakin's metal hand pulled you back, wrapping around your neck and forcing you to look down at him. The new angle of you slightly leaning back mixed with Anakin choking you made stars appear in your vision. The feeling of him repeatedly pounding in and out of you doing wonders as you reached your peak.

Your scream died in your throat, Anakin's grip tightening as his peak came about. The feeling of your pussy clenching around his made him cum, coating your walls with thick hot ropes of cum as he groaned loudly, thrusting up into you a few final times before letting go of your throat. Without Anakin's support, you collapsed onto him, absolutely spent from the pounding he'd just given up.

"And to think I wanted to relax," You mumbled hoarsely, a giggle falling off your lips.

"Are you saying you'd didn't want that?" Anakin growled playfully.

You quickly shook your head on Anakin's shoulder, "Use your words, my little flower."

"No, sir," You smiled, relaxing completely into his touch. Anakin's lips pressed to your temple, causing your eyes to flutter shut once more as you whispered, "The door was purposely left unlock."

"I know, my little flower, I know."

Anakin smiled, nodding his head and sitting up. He watched as you walked across his room, moving to grab the painting supplies you always kept at his apartment for when you got bored. Ani, being his typical self, pulled his shirt off his body and tossed it to the side of his room, "I'm all yours, little one."

You froze instantly, your entire face breaking out into a blush from Anakin's word choice. Part of you was warm from the sweet nickname he always called you due to your short height, and another part of you warmed at the dirty implication your mind immediately sought out from Anakin's word choice. Anakin, who hadn't thought twice about his words, tilted his head while looking at your rigid form. It wasn't until you turned around, still blushing, that his words clicked, and his eyes widened.

"Oh no! No! I didn't mean... like... I... crap!" Anakin stuttered over his words, his cheeks tinting pink for once.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the want to shrink into the shadows and hide, "It's fine, just lay on the bed, Ani."

"Yes, ma'am," Anakin replied with a salute before flipping to lay on his stomach.

Doing your best to ignore Anakin's half-naked body, you spread out all your art supplies, different brushes, and multiple different shades of paint, as well as a palette for you to mix colors. Finally glancing up at Anakin, you realized he'd been watching you the entire time and was most likely catching on to the fact you were trying to avoid his bare torso. Jedi-senses... psh.

Slowly, you got onto the bed and straddled Anakin's back. After all, you had to paint somehow. You let out a breath of air as you made yourself comfortable by quite literally sitting on his butt. Anakin held his breath as he resisted the urge to groan at the way you wiggled about on top of him. He let out a deep breath when you finally stopped moving, hoping that you wouldn't notice the effect you had on him. Despite being best friends, you were still shy around him, and the last thing he wanted was for you to get even shyer because of all his pent-up sexual tension.

"Comfortable?" Anakin asked in a playful tone, most definitely referring to the way you'd been wiggling around.

Once again, you felt your cheeks heating, "Yea, you?"

Anakin nodded, bringing his arms up to create a pillow for his head, "So what're you gonna paint?"

"That's a surprise, Ani," you smiled, beginning to mix the colors.

Anakin took in a quick gasp of breath as you did the first stroke of paint on his back. Tensing and contracting in their own beautiful masterpiece his muscles left you awestruck for the briefest second as the paint spread across his shoulders. What canvas was better than one of the Maker's finest works of art?

You quickly shook your head, pulling your mind back from the dark abyss it'd started to wander in. Wondering what his muscles would look like from above you, contracting and tensing for different reasons, and... dammit, focus on the painting (y/n).

"Sorry," You mumbled, stroking more paint along the Jedi Knight's back.

"How'd you discovered painting anyways?" Anakin questioned.

You smiled softly, "There was a man from Yavin 4 who would paint every morning by the river in front of my house. I would always watch him from our window. He wasn't there one day, so I went looking for him. Turned out, he had just moved downstream to paint that day, and well... he offered to teach me."

"Stranger danger, little one," Anakin chuckled, making you laugh along.

Shaking your head as you continued painting Anakin's back, you unconscious placed one of your hands on his hip, "Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."

"Hey!" Anakin snapped playfully, "I'm supposed to be the wise Jedi. Keep talking like that, and you're gonna steal my job."

You rolled your eyes at the boy's behavior, listening carefully, as he recalled the time Watto had Anakin chase off an artist who'd been vandalizing their shop. Anakin always had some crazy story of some ridiculous, reckless thing he'd done but realized quickly it was one of the many traits that made you fall in love with him. Anakin was your entire galaxy, whether he knew that or not. He inspired you endlessly and consistently helped you with your insecurities and your shyness. He's what inspired your painting right now. Anakin was always in your mind because that was just the way he was.

The two of you continued how you normally would, talking and recalling memories until a comfortable silence fell. The only difference from your normal routine was that you were painting Anakin's back instead of lying beside him. Yet, as you sat on top of Anakin and he allowed the relaxing strokes of your paintbrush to calm him, Anakin couldn't help but find himself thinking how this would be a nice normal.

"Remember that time when Rex and I kissed because he lost a bet to Fives?" You asked as you began dotting Anakin's back.

"Yes! I was just going to bring that up!" Anakin laughed, "Obi-Wan got so mad!"

"Only because you openly shouted at Rex to get off 'your girl'," You defended Obi-Wan playfully, "Had a council member been in the bar, you could've been kicked from the Jedi for saying something like that!"

"Well, it's true! Rex shouldn't have been all over you!" Anakin huffed, "You lose a bet you give a quick peck! You don't go straight to tongue during a first kiss! You were so flustered I was ready to fight Rex."

"I was flustered because of you, not Rex!" You laughed, admiring the painting on Anakin's back as you added finishing touches, "I thought you were saying you liked me back, but then you explained how I was yours because we're best friends."

"Liked you back?" Anakin questioned, raising his eyebrows, "As in you like me?"

Panic filled your body as your heart dropped. No, no, you didn't say that, did you? "I uh, well yea, as... friends. Y'know, like you as a friend... and..."

You scrambled off of Anakin and off the bed, dropping all your paint supplies in the process. Anakin seemed beyond surprised, and that only made you panic further. You were failing miserably at taking back your words, and Anakin clearly wasn't buying into anything you were saying. Your cheeks flushed red as you looked down, entirely embarrassed by your unintentional confession.

Anakin, however, noticed your immediate panic and was quick to sit up. He spun around, quickly grasping onto your hands to prevent you from walking away from him any further. Your head quickly snapped up to Anakin's sitting form as you gently pull on your hands, tears rising in your eyes as you realize the predicament you've put yourself in. The exact predicament that you so desperately wanted to get out of.

With no intentions of letting you get away, Anakin tugged on your hands, pulling you to stand between his legs, your chest almost flush against his bare one. Without wasting another second he reaches up, one hand sliding behind your neck while the other cups your cheek. Time froze as Anakin pulls you down until finally, his soft lips collide with yours.

The world around you fades, leaving you and Anakin as he shows all of his emotions through the kiss. He's soft and gentle, nothing like Rex was on that drunken night in the bar. Anakin's lips mold with yours, sealing in a silent promise of forever, a promise that you were meant to be, and he'd fight the entire galaxy if it meant he could stay with you. His lips are warm and inviting, each kiss leaving you incredibly satisfied yet also begging for more. Most importantly, though, Anakin kept true to his words; you don't go straight to tongue during a first kiss.

Slowly, you both separated. Your eyes fluttered open as the world reappeared around you. The bright lights of busy Coruscant, animals moving lively outside in the night, and the streets sounded full of people below. The sounds of life were flooding your ears as you realized that your life was barely beginning.

"I like you too (y/n). I have, for a long time, I've just been too dumb to say it sooner. You have no idea how incredibly happy it makes me knowing you like me back," Anakin smiled up at you, "I absolutely adore you. I adore how you always want to paint, and I adore how shy you are. I love how I can always make you blush and your personality."

Your cheeks were flaming as you stared down at Anakin, your eyes still filled with tears as a smile grew on your face. Anakin's smile only grew at the sight of you smiling, and you knew at that moment that there was nobody you would rather be with.

Anakin shook his head, his eyes incredibly serious as he spoke, "I know I probably overstepped some boundaries and pushed you by kissing you just now, but I couldn't resist anymore. I know my outgoing personality is the opposite of yours... but I promise I'll do everything I can to support you... take care of you, protect you, and love you. Give me the chance, and I promise to never make you regret it. I adore you (y/n). And I promise to adore you until my last breath."

"Stop it," You laughed as tears rolled down your cheeks, "You're making me cry!"

Anakin laughed softly, pulling you to sit on his lap, "Sorry, I've been holding that in for a long time."

You nodded, admiring Ani's face before laying your head against his chest. Barely a second later, he'd placed his head on top of yours, and you wondered how many times he'd thought of doing that, "I adore you too, Ani."

"Are you saying you'll do it? You'll go out with me?"

You nodded your head, and immediately Anakin let out a whoop, making you laugh, "Finally!"

Anakin joined in laughing with you. Quickly standing, he opted to spin you around. Squeals fell from your mouth as you normally would when Anakin would twirl you, yet this time you could truly see the way he was looking at you. All the adoration and love filling his eyes made you realize how long you'd both been waiting for this.

Slowly, Anakin sat you down and kissed the top of your head, "So, do I get to see the painting now, little one?"

Anxiously, your eyes widened before you nodded, moving to grab a hand mirror as Anakin walked over and turned so that his back faced the mirror on the wall. Slowly you passed him the hand mirror and watched Anakin's reaction intently. His face morphed into a beautiful combination of shock and amazement as he looked at the beautiful painting of the galaxy you'd done on his back.

"Wow... (y/n)... I... it's beautiful," He smiled, his eyes trying to absorb every detail of the blues, purples, and pinks you'd done on his back.

"I guess you sort of inspired it," You smiled, looking down at your socks as you tried to fight off a blush.

"Are you implying I'm your galaxy?" Anakin smiled teasingly before placing the mirror down on his dresser and walking up to you.

You smiled at the feeling of Anakin resting his chin on top of your head, and you gently nodded, "Yeah... I am. You're my galaxy, Ani."

Anakin's heart swelled at your words, warmth flowering out within his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, "You're my galaxy too, little one."

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(I do NOT take any credit for this photo! This is what I imagined you painting on Anakin's back)

You could feel the dark side of the force more prominently now that you were here. It was almost strong enough to make out a force signature, but not completely. Despite the fact you still seemed far away from the dark force energy, it felt incredibly familiar, and that was what lead you to believe it was Maul. After all, he was the only Sith whose force signature you were familiar with.

It didn't take long for you to find the correct path leading to the Sith. Following the dark force signature proved to be an easy task for you. You trekked through the forest for what felt like hours. You carefully avoided all unknown plants and made sure to keep your presence as obscure as possible. You were using the force to the best advantage you could, mapping out your path while still trying to identify the oddly familiar Sith signature.

Finally breaking out into a clearing, you held your breath at the sight of Darth Vader's back. His cloak swooshed in the light breeze as you watched him, quickly thinking over everything you'd ever heard about him. You felt like you were in a holo-film, at the big climax moment when you face off the main villain. Fog would be piling in, surrounding you and Darth Vader as you prepare to fight.

Undoubtedly he knew you were there, and despite the fact, the two of you had never encountered each other before, your force signatures were incredibly familiar. Dancing around each other like fawns, trying to figure out why the unknown was so incredibly welcoming, like coming back to an old friend.

"I did not know you'd survived Order 66," Vader's ominous voice broke through the silence, venom, and hatred surrounding each word.

Slowly you stepped out from the faint protection of the trees, "It wasn't of my knowledge that you even knew me."

"I don't," Vader replied curtly, allowing a pause as your signatures moved around one another, "You're a Jedi unaccounted for."

"I prefer it that way," You snarled.

Dashing forward at the same moment Vader's force signature delivered a harsh prod to your own, you unsheathed your lightsaber. Leaping into the air and slashing down on Vader's back, you made contact with his lightsaber, sparks of grey and red dancing in the calm aura of the planet. He was quick to spin and send a counter swing at you, but you blocked it quickly. You locked sabers and spun him around, doing your best to throw him off.

Despite the situation of your fighting, you found each other still dancing within the force, trying to identify each other's signature. Your fighting was incredibly familiar to him, and his defense was familiar to you. Akin to a thunderstorm, you both fought quickly and powerfully. Neither obtaining the upper hand, you matched perfectly clash after clash, block after block.

Your fierce fighting was like a tornado destroying a small town. The planet around you was calm and peaceful, undisturbed by the fight for life you'd engaged yourself in. It certainly wasn't Maul who'd been trying to connect with you over the past weeks, and you found yourself wishing that it had been the Dathomirian instead. You'd overcome enough and lost too much to not give up now.

Finally flipping away, your hood fell as your force signatures connected, a gasp tumbling from your lips, "Anakin?"

"Master (y/l/n)," Vader responded softly.

A silence fell as you stared at one another. Of course, he was familiar. You trained Anakin, helped Obi-Wan raise him. You'd been Anakin's mom ever since he'd joined the Jedi, and he, your son. You'd assumed he'd died in Order 66, as Obi-Wan refused to talk to you. But now, staring across at Anakin in Vader's armor, you felt more like a failure than you'd ever had.

"You traded the purple for grey," Vader noted, causing you to look down at your blade.

Looking up at Anakin, you fought to keep your voice strong, "You traded blue for red, Ani."

"Anakin's dead," He snarled, turning off his lightsaber.

You mocked his actions, tilting your head slightly, "If Vader was here, he would've killed me already, Anakin."

"I am Vader! My name is Vader," The man huffed, "I killed Anakin myself!"

You shook your head, "I will not call you something you're not, Anakin. I trained you to be honest... true to yourself and your emotions. I will do the same now."

Vader seemed to falter, his hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched. The soft whir of machinery filled the air as you stared at the man in front of you. You took a step forward slowly, your eyes filling with remorse as you used the force to search through Anakin.

"What'd they do to you, my sweet Ani?" You whispered, "Why didn't you come to me? I could've helped you."

"Nobody could've helped him!" Anakin raged, yelling in anger that seemed directed at himself, "He was lost! Gone! Anakin would've died regardless! I, Vader, would've killed him regardless!"

"No," You mumbled, looking around at the planet you'd been called to, "You wouldn't have died, Ani. It would've been like any other mission, any other obstacle before. I would've helped you get through it, like always."

"Anakin is dead!" Vader cried out, his voice breaking, a hint of desperation sneaking through, "He's gone."

Slowly, you stepped forward, watching the way Anakin's chest rose and fell with each mechanical breath, "No... you're not gone, Anakin. You're not gone, and like all the times before, I'll be waiting to help you."

Taking in a deep breath, you anxiously wrapped your arms around Anakin, noticing how much taller he was. His arms remained by his side in shock, trying to sort out his emotions. Anakin's mechanical breathing filled your ears as you squeezed the boy you raised. Tears fell down your cheeks as you held him to your chest, wishing you had been able to help him. Wishing you'd stayed by Anakin more during the Clone Wars. Wishing that you could turn back time and save the little boy you loved so much.

Squeezing tighter for a brief second, you whispered, "I love you, no matter what, Anakin."

Letting go of the man, you stepped back quickly, hoping that the powerful Sith Lord hadn't seen your tears. But you knew that you'd been too slow, and you knew Anakin knew you better than that. Watching as you walked back and disappeared into the trees you'd come from, Darth Vader wondered if he would ever see you again. He'd reached out to you for weeks, and he wondered now if you would ever reach out to him, remind him you were still alive, waiting for Anakin to return.

Boarding your shuttle, you let out a cry as you reached for your comm. There were so many regrets you held and so much you wished you would've done. But the past was not something you could dwell on. You could only hope that you'd been able to reach Anakin quickly enough.

"Rex?" You called weakly into the comm. You waited patiently for Rex's reply until you heard your name called worriedly, "I'm coming home."