#spacecowboy

It had been a long day.  The kind when you desperately count down the hours until you could return home and spend the evening unwinding on your balcony.

And so, there you were.  Curled up on your oversized, comfy chair.  A glass of your favorite wine in hand.  Head bobbing as you listened to your special playlist.  Indulging in your guilty pleasure of…reading Anakin Skywalker fanfics.

You just couldn’t help it, there was just something about ‘the chosen one’ that really got your motor going.

Finishing up a particularly spicy story, one that made you blush just a tad bit, you stopped for a second and took a deep swig.  “Oh, Ani,” you giggled.  “All the filthy things I would do to you, if you were real.”

 Just as the next song began to play, one you always associated with him, your phone chimed.  A new dm, sender unknown.

Pausing the music, you cautiously opened the message.  You figured it would be a random dick pic, instead you were pleasantly surprised with what appeared to be a Skyguy video.

Giddily, you tapped play.

Sound filled your ears, the same tune you were listening to a moment ago, and the glorious image of Anakin appeared on your phone.

Dressed in his jedi robes, with a mischievous smile on his handsome face, he danced seductively to the rhythm.  But, as the chorus began, that’s when things really heated up.

Ani removed his belt and sash in one fluid motion.  Tossing them aside carelessly into the depths of the darkened room.

            ‘If you wanna fly, come and take a ride

            Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby’

Anakin loosened the ties of his tabard and tunics.  Gyrating his hips, he turned around slowly.  Candles suddenly flickering to life behind him.

            ‘If you wanna fly, come and take a ride

            Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby’

His back facing you, Ani shot a playful look over his shoulder.  Easing off his layers, exposing perfectly tanned skin…that you would love to cover in bites and hickies.  All the while his surroundings becoming more apparent.

            ‘Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay

            Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo’

Rocking his hips, Ani circled back to face you.  Smirking as is he could see you drooling over his chiseled pecs and abs.  Why did that backdrop seem so familiar?

            ‘Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yay

            Why-yi-yi-yippie-yi-yay-yippie-yi-yo-yippie-yi-yo’

With pants resting dangerously on his hips, Anakin stood, muscular arms crossed, in the center of…your bedroom!

“Well, what are you waiting for, angel?”  He teased into the camera, hand lazily trailing down to his waistband.  “This is where the fun begins.”

The video abruptly ended.  The song still playing from inside your apartment.

Scrambling to your feet, you quickly made your way down the hall.  Your heart racing and mind buzzing.

The chorus started up again.  Grabbing hold of the knob, you threw open the door to reveal…

The man, the myth, the legend – Anakin Skywalker himself.  Positioned very provocatively on your bed.  Wearing nothing - except a cowboy hat covering his package.

Eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open in shock.  There were so many burning questions you wanted to ask, but all you could manage was a timid…  “How?”

Ani shook his head and chuckled.  “Are you really going to worry about that now or would you rather…”

The hat landed in front of you.  “Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby?”