𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

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warning: smut (dark!anakin, rough sex, no fluffy ending to this one), strong language, watch me make it glaringly obvious that Fives is my favorite

   
         
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His cybernetic hand was in a fist, his flesh fingers tightly wrapped around his half-empty water canteen. The gradually healing, minor wounds on his skin sent occasional shots of pain through his body, making his jaw clench. Hot air left him sitting in a stagnant bubble of rage, as he stared out at the infuriating view opposite him.

Anakin Skywalker was frustrated. 

The team was six days into what was supposed to be a two-day mission. Anakin didn't even want to go on the mission in the first place; the fact that it was on his home planet of Tatooine was yet another thing that was drilling a constant, irritating hole in his head. 

"You alright there, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked him, doing his best to hide his smug smirk. He had been watching Anakin for the past few minutes, and it was clear to see what was causing the constant deep frown on his forehead. 

Anakin just grunted in response, his eyes dark and hooded as he kept his brooding stare on you.

You.

You with your soft-looking hair and even softer-looking skin, scantily hidden under a thin, tight tank-top and barely-there shorts. You with your incessant sunshine personality, making it hard for those around you not to mirror your brilliant smile. You with your mouth spouting flirty comments to that bastard Fives, whose eyes kept shamelessly glancing down to your deep cleavage.

Since you started working at the Jedi Temple as a Mission Strategist, you had brightened the place up. If Anakin couldn't see you, he could hear your melodic laugh echoing through the halls, or smell your lingering sweet scent in the air. Your friendly personality quickly led to you becoming everyone's favorite, though Anakin liked to exclude himself from your band of devotees.

Everybody fucking loved you.

And Anakin would have loved to fuck you.

But you were innocent. It wasn't hard for the Clones to make your cheeks flush, or to make your fingers nimbly play with one another, or to make you smile shyly at the floor. Casual compliments and friendly winks were enough to make your heart race- Anakin knew because he could practically sense it beating beneath your rib cage.

Instead of pursuing you, he took to spending his nights with people who didn't care whether he ever contacted them again, and who he wouldn't feel bad treating like nothing more than objects. But you weren't like them. He couldn't treat you like that. He had been witness to the cruel sound of you crying in Kenobi's arms after one too many drinks, and from then on he vowed to do everything in his power to ensure that he'd never be the one to upset you. And to fulfil that vow, he'd have to do everything in his power to stay away from you.

But fuck, were you making it hard.

"And then I just quickly put it away again," Fives said to you with a sly grin, rapidly tucking away his blaster in its holder. "Like magic."

Your eyes were filled with delight at his actions, and you bent a little closer to him. "That is so cool."

The Clones had all taken off their armor and most of them sat shirtless around the forested area, waiting for the twin suns to set to let the night sky bring some relieving coolness. Fives was among the half-naked ones, laying back with sweat beading between his pecs as he looked up at where you were sitting on your knees beside him.