𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• us •

     
part 2 to  • taking the leap •

once again, smut! 

       
    

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"Right there, Anakin!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, please, and faster," You beg, clutching the box to your chest with all your might. Your fingers are digging into the cardboard due to how tightly you're gripping it, a strained look on your face while you wait for his hands to be free.

"Be patient, darling, I don't wanna break anything," He replies calmly, knowing you're about four seconds from dropping the box. Once he has put his own box down gently, he turns to you and takes the weight off your hands, making you sigh.

"You did that on purpose," You say curtly, finally allowing yourself to rest. That was the last of the boxes, and you can finally stop making back-and-forth journeys from Anakin's ship to your new home. "You like seeing me squirm."

"I just wanted to make sure your jewelry stuff didn't get damaged," He insists, before sitting down on the couch right next to you. His arm is around your shoulder, his head falling back. "And I also love seeing you squirm."

You roll your eyes but can't stop the smile. Though your entire life is still tucked away into incorrectly-labelled and seemingly less boxes than you left with, you can finally relax. 

You're home.

"I can't believe we actually did it," You say in a dream-like tone, resting your head on his shoulder. "Stupid, indecisive us actually bought a house together."

"Yes, us did," Anakin replies with a chuckle. "Now, you know what us needs to do?"

You look over to him with a questioning look, prompting him to answer it himself.

He pulled you closer into his side, his other hand resting on your upper thigh. "We need to decide where we're fucking first."

A snort leaves your mouth. How could you have expected anything else from him? "What did you have in mind, General?"

His hand squeezes your thigh when he hears the name, and he pulls you onto his lap before lightly nipping at your jaw. Looking around, Anakin has a critical glint in his eyes, scanning the main room. The ground floor is mostly open-plan, with a dip in the middle for a sitting area where you and him are currently sat. The kitchen is cut off only by a breakfast bar but you can see most of it from here, and there's a drinks cabinet up on the left with a window seat where you can already imagine yourself and Anakin sitting, sharing a cigar.

"Breakfast bar looks interesting," He comments with a slow nod, before looking at you with a smirk. "So does that wall behind you."

"How about the brand new bed we just bought?" You suggest, laughing at the way his eyes roll. "We've never had sex in a bed before."

"That's not true," Anakin counters with a frown. "You're forgetting the time I took you to Corellia. My ship bunk counts as bed."

"That was easily the worst night of my life," You complain with a lazy grin. "Refill?"

He holds his empty glass out to you and you take it before standing up and making your way over to the drinks cabinet. Just before you get there, there's a knock at the door. You and Anakin share a wide-eyed shrug before he saunters over to the door. You begin pouring out some more whiskey, but you suddenly stop when you hear a woman speaking.